Mystery in Shanghai's Glittering Night

Shanghai, autumn 1935. On bustling Nanjing Road, the slanting sunlight fell across a vivid scene where noise and tranquility intertwined. Neon signs flickered to life, while street smoke and the clamor of traffic pulsed like the heartbeat of the city, revealing its every secret. Lin Aiqin stood before a high-rise window on the Bund, gazing down at the city's splendor. Her clear eyes resembled a lake in late autumn, framed by short, jet-black hair. A typical returnee from abroad, she wore a fitted Western-style high-collared coat that accentuated her tall figure. A gentle smile from her could feel like a spring breeze, easing every hardship in the world. And yet her gaze often held a sense of alienation, as if she had never found a place for herself in this glittering city. “Miss, the municipal police station is on the phone. They say there’s a case that requires your personal attention.” The gentle voice of her maid suddenly sounded behind her.