For two days in a row, a male corpse dressed in ancient mourning clothes and made up with delicate women's makeup has floated in the reservoir off East Street in Nanping City, Yicheng. A hair-raising sound of mourning also rings out inexplicably by the reservoir. The bodies appear at unpredictable times, but every victim is a man with no romantic history who lives alone...
Ring, ring, ring...
“Hello, this is 110. How can we help...”
“Ah! Help!”
The call comes through, leaving the operator with only a burst of panting and a woman's scream.
When the second call comes, a man's playful, gleeful voice answers. The sound of mourning can be heard faintly in the background. “There's a body floating by the East Street reservoir, and two innocent bystanders are seriously injured. If you get here fast enough, they might still have a chance.”
“Beep--beep--”
The call is coldly cut off, and the police are running out of time...
“Chief! The suspect's taken the bait, and the sniper is ready,” an officer says tensely over the phone.
“Keep your eyes on the target. If he makes a move, take him out on the spot!” Gu Chen believes in force over negotiation. He would rather take a corpse back and face disciplinary action than let the killer continue committing crimes. With that principle, he turns the hostage's fate into Schrödinger's cat.