Sin of Reverse

Blood Keys The rain was like beads torn apart by the sky, hitting the cold glass windows of the forensic center crazily. Under the pale lights of the autopsy room, Lin Shen leaned over and stared at the unknown female corpse on the stainless steel table. The air is filled with the pungent, sour smell of disinfectant, mixed with an indescribable smell of decay that is unique to the end of life, weighing heavily on every breath. The deceased was very young. Lin Shen's eyes habitually glanced at the deep purple mark on her neck, entangled like an ugly poisonous snake. When he carefully held up his already stiff right wrist, a small, crescent-shaped old scar suddenly caught his sight - dark brown, with smooth edges, lying quietly on the pale skin. The shape of this scar actually echoed subtly with the red rose brooch pinned to her long-lost, faded and yellowed shirt. The petals of the brooch are fired with some kind of dark red glaze. They are cold to the touch and shed a luster as thick as blood under the strong light. "Teacher Lin?" Assistant Xiao Zhou's voice said This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.