In the early winter of 1928, Tianjin Wei. The cold wind blows from the Haihe River, carrying humidity and chill, and the whole city seems to be covered with a gray curtain. Pedestrians walked hurriedly in the streets and alleys, and the wooden wheels of old-style foreign trucks made a crunching sound as they rolled over the stone pavement. In the gloomy sky, a few crows occasionally circled, seeming to indicate something ominous.
Liang Jianyi gathered up his gown and walked steadily into a remote alley in the French Concession. He was tall and tall, with a stern face, and a pair of sharp eyes like a falcon, giving off a somewhat unruffled aura. As the youngest criminal consultant in Tianjin, he has a great reputation, but he also attracts many jealous and suspicious eyes. To him, the complex undercurrent of this city is like a huge chess game, and he is the player who is willing to stake his life on it.
This time he was summoned urgently because of a strange murder case. The deceased was Zhao Hongcai, a businessman who ran an antique shop in the French Concession. According to eyewitnesses, Zhao Hongcai's screams on the second floor of the shop last night shocked the whole street, but when people arrived, the door was locked. When they broke in, he was already lying in a pool of blood. What is incredible is that the windows are closed and there are no traces of struggle on the ground, but there is a blood-stained painting left in the room - a crow flying with its wings spread.
