Chasing the Murderer in Blood

In the basement of the old building on a rainy night, there was a corpse with the words "It's him" written in blood on the wall. Surveillance, shoe prints, fibers, all death certificates nailed me as a murderer. No one knows that I'm not a desperado - I'm a retired provincial profiler. In three sentences, he overturned the irrefutable evidence and turned from a death row suspect into a special consultant of the criminal investigation team. The moment I tore apart the murderer's disguise, I discovered that the tape on the radio, the account book under the dead old locust tree, and the escape of the owner of the scrap yard all pointed to the unsolved case that made me resign three years ago. Someone used an old case to lure me into the situation, and used bloody words to force me to take action. This time, what he touched was not the evidence, but my life. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.