When Lin Mo heard the heartbeat of a dead person for the first time, he realized that the city was far noisier at night than he had imagined.
When he first entered the police station, he was like a transparent person, but he used "coincidence" to tear open the cracks in Wang Hai's case; in the storm at the dock, he was like a hidden wolf, predicting the enemy's whereabouts and reversing the crisis; undercurrents surged under the silence of the library, and he captured the pulse of the truth among thousands of voices. But superpowers are not a master key. Every mind reading is an ultimate test of reason.
The most dangerous thing is never the enemy, but the cleaner mixed in the crowd - his heart is like a mirror, unable to reflect the truth, only reflecting murderous intent.
If ability is a curse, is justice worth the price of self-combustion?
