The Word in Blood Means I Killed Someone, so I Used Profiling to Clear My Name.

In a village in the city on a rainy night, the owner of the scrapyard died tragically. The words "It's him" written in blood nailed me to death as the murderer. Surveillance, shoe prints, witnesses, last words, and a complete set of death certificates made me a murderer reviled by the entire Internet, waiting to be convicted. No one knows that I am not a desperado, but a retired top trace profiler from the provincial department. Forgery of bloody words, editing and surveillance, deliberate frame-up... The whole city was shocked when I tore away the weak mask of the deceased's wife, exposed the cowardly accomplice of the partner, and uncovered the real murderer. I thought I had been vindicated, but I discovered that the tying marks and knotting techniques in this case completely overlapped with the unsolved cases three years ago. From then on, I took root in the criminal investigation team as a profiler and got involved in a series of top-notch unsolved cases: High-intelligence crimes, technological conspiracies, the abyss of human nature, and old cases are intertwined, and each case subverts cognition. I use traces to restore the truth, use profiles to expose disguises, and see the most real human fireworks in cold crimes. And I know that at the end of all cases, there is the secret that made me retire three years ago. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.