I tasted sweetness in the throat of the eleventh corpse on a rainy night.
>As a forensic doctor with extraordinary senses, I can always find details in the dead that others ignore.
>This time it's the scent of melted fruit candy, mixed with rusty blood.
>All the victims' left ears were missing, but they held half a candy wrapper tightly in their palms.
>The closing report said "committing crimes on the run", but I stared at the enamel cups in which my colleagues in the archives were making sugar water.
>While reviewing the exam alone late at night, a laughing whisper came from behind:
>"Forensic Doctor Su, are you still looking for ears at this late hour?"
>In the evidence bag in his hand, half a fresh human left ear trembled slightly.
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