Why Do You Keep Looking for Me to Solve the Case?

The heavy rain scratched twisted blood marks on the bulletproof glass. The alarm record of the attic electronic lock showed that the deceased repeatedly opened and closed the door seven times before his death. The fluorescent substance discovered by the forensic examiner between the fingers appeared transparent under ordinary light, but showed strange blue-purple lines in the laser scan. In the surveillance video, the suspect's clothes suddenly appeared in frame 37 with wrinkles that did not belong to the scene, like fine marks tearing apart time and space. There are no dramatic epiphanies here, just three-dimensional reconstructed models covered with markers, criminal profiling matrices that have been deduced over and over again, and countless late nights drowned in data. Each unsolved case is a complex topology—someone is trapped in the Möbius strip of fame and fortune, some are addicted to the Klein bottle of paranoia, and some use code to build an illusory safe house. His digital criminal investigation team is always the calmest hunter in the data flow, using science as a spear to pierce the fog and defend the dignity of the law. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.