In the rain-shrouded old district, reclusive private detective Xia Yiming uses his keen powers of observation to spot millimeter-sized beads of condensation on a display case, a differently colored synthetic fiber in a gap beneath its base, and the “sound of gears turning” remembered by the night cleaner. These fragments, overlooked by the police, come together in his obsessive deductions to reveal a meticulously planned crime involving clockwork mechanisms and gaps in the security system.
Song Zheng, the criminal investigation captain and the only old friend who dares entrust an “unofficial investigation” to Xia Yiming, tries to balance institutional pressure against his faith in the detective’s genius.
It was a little confusing at first, but gradually got better and better. The more I wrote, the better.
Not bad, very pretty