"Three years ago, I used a microscope to miss half of a fiber, and my partner's blood spattered on my face. From then on, I took off my police uniform and became a private detective squatting in the alley to help people find cats. Until that day, I received a postal package with blood oozing - the body parts were wrapped in plastic wrap, and each piece of flesh had roots stuck to it. Off-white fibers. I counted thirty-seven body parts and thirty-seven fibers, which were exactly the same as those at the unsolved crime scene three years ago. When I used 0.1Mm of fiber difference to tear open the 'perfect scene', I discovered: the dead brother had already sewn the truth into his body."
