Lin Shen's fingers tapped a rhythm like raindrops on the solid wood desk, and his eyes were fixed on the calendar on the wall through gold-rimmed glasses. Exactly 365 days have passed since he left the criminal police force. There are already 27 case signatures in the glass jar, but most of them are trivial tasks like finding cats and dogs. Until the phone with electric noise rang at 23:17, and the gasp of old partner Chen Li came from the receiver: "201, Building 12, Century Garden, secret room murder case, there is an old acquaintance of yours at the scene
