Walking on the Sand, the Grass Is Green

Title: Have you ever heard of the professor who poisoned his first wife with tetrodotoxin and grass jelly capsules? My dad is. Ten years after my mother died, my father's laboratory developed a new anti-cancer drug that shocked the world. But I, as an analyst at a top investment bank, discovered that the cornerstone of this miracle was her death note. The "programmer" who smiled and handed me the iced coffee turned out to be Interpol. The ascetic male god who was fascinated by the smell of snow lotus on my body turned out to be a dangerous man who controlled an underground pharmaceutical empire. The midsummer chirping of cicadas outside the window was deafening, but I just felt cold.