The heavy rain washed away the neon lights of the city. Shen Yuan stood outside the cordon of the crime scene, his black windbreaker rustling in the wind. He rubbed his chin, his eyes scanning the mess on the ground like a hawk. The third time happened, the same modus operandi, the same death message - there was a rose in the victim's heart, and a twisted "M" written in blood next to him.
"Shen Yuan!" Officer Chen's roar penetrated the rain, "It's you again! You were at the scene of the three murders. What else do you have to say this time?" Shen Yuan turned around, met Officer Chen's suspicious eyes, and said calmly: "Officer Chen, I'm just here to investigate, just like the previous two times." "Investigation? Every time you come, someone dies. Do you really think I'm a fool?" Officer Chen waved his hand, "Take it away!
