The Substitute Killer

The rain lashed the granite walls of City Hall like a whip. Inside, the lingering smoke of cigars and the smell of blood swirled through the air-conditioning. Zhao Qiming slumped in a leather chair, several dark red wine stains on the front of his expensive suit resembling dried blood. In his pupils was reflected a face in the full-length mirror that was identical to his own. "Who... who... are... you?" His dying breaths rattled with blood in his throat. The "Zhao Qiming" in front of the mirror curled his lips into a smile and precisely pinched the folds of his chin. He slowly peeled away a cicada-wing-thin prosthetic mask, revealing a young face as hard and sharp as a blade. Three days later, in the Criminal Investigation Division's office