Picking up the Dark [Criminal Investigation]

Fifteen years ago, 11-year-old Song Le watched her father's body being dissected for a second time. The Y-shaped dividing line seemed to be drawn on her heart, and the scar would not heal for many years. Fifteen years later, after graduating with a doctorate in abnormal criminal psychology, she refused a high-paying offer from the FBI of Country M and returned to the place where the incident occurred. The piles of files in the archives recorded the information of tens of thousands of suspects back then. Even if Song Le could read it at a glance, he couldn't finish it in a short time. When he was helpless, the door of the archives was pushed open, and the gentle moonlight poured down on the floor. The person who came was tall and thin, with short hair barely covering his forehead. With his back to the light, the outline of his face sinking into shadow, he asked in a hoarse voice: "Why didn't you say you were back?" Song Le raised her head slightly and saw his eyes turbulent. She slightly curled her lips and said, "I knew you would come to me." The man walked in until the black shadow completely enveloped Song Le's body, "Come back, are you still leaving?" "I'm not leaving." Song Le turned around and met his eyes, "I still like it here, the winter over there is too cold." The man's current surge became more intense, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms, and after pondering for a moment, he said: "Then stay here, there is warmth here. Soon after. Song Le roared angrily, "Zhou Yunqi, you bastard, is this place as hot as a fart? My mother looks at corpses every day, so I'm getting body spots! " Zhou Yunqi smiled lowly and locked her in his arms in front of everyone. The shackles were deep and Song Le struggled to no avail. Zhou Yunqi held her head against his chest and whispered softly: "Silly, this is where the warmth is.