Serial murders swept Linjiang City like a plague. Each corpse knelt in the center of the bloody lotus in a weird religious posture, and its internal organs were hollowed out and filled with talismans. Criminal investigation consultant Zhen Nan was recalled urgently, but she bumped into forensic doctor Lin Xiaoxiao in the autopsy room - she was using tweezers to pick up the Buddhist amulet in the deceased's throat. "The seventh 'Greed' tablet, he is gathering the seven deadly sins."
Sheriff Mei Xin smashed the tea cup, and the closing report he signed three years ago was being torn into pieces by this perfectly recreated murder case. The vague black-robed man in the surveillance always disappears from unfinished buildings in the southern suburbs on the eve of the crime, which overlaps with Zhen Nan's psychological profile from that year. What's even more paradoxical is that Lin Xiaoxiao found trace amounts of datura pollen from the fingernails of each corpse, which was exactly the same as the plant residue on her sister's clothes the night she disappeared.
When the sixth floating corpse was retrieved from the center of the river, Zhen Nan found an injection needle hole on the back of the deceased's neck - the same specification as the migraine medicine he injected every day. Mei Xin suddenly blocked all physical evidence, and an encrypted email popped up on the computer in the archives: "The game is over, teacher." The sending time showed three hours ago, and Zhen Nan's cell phone was vibrating in the evidence bag.
When the bloody lotus bloomed at the scene of the seventh crime, Lin Xiaoxiao put a scalpel against Zhen Nan's throat and asked, "Why do all the deceased people appear in the medical records during your suspension?" The heavy rain washed away the window glass, and Zhen Nan took out the bloody chip from the dead man's clenched palm. The surveillance screen clearly showed the moment when Mei Xin inserted the syringe into the homeless man's neck.
