Seven perfect crimes were committed in the Imperial Capital, leaving only the silver willow leaf dart at the scene.
Detective Bai Yuqing stayed up all night to chase the murderer on the seventh night. When he opened the door to go home, he was suddenly pressed against his lower back by a cold dagger.
"Mr. Bai is chasing you very closely." The man's breath was hot in his ears, "Guess whose heart the dart tip will pierce next time?"
He grabbed the opponent's wrist with his backhand and sneered: "Liu Qincheng, you missed three flaws."
"Oh? Then Detective Bai will... Interrogate me carefully."
The lights suddenly turned on, and the Imperial Capital Sheriff was tied in the middle of the living room, with the cold light of the silver dart in his throat.
Liu Jincheng kissed his earlobe and smiled softly: "This is the eighth case. Now, the accomplice is still killed in the line of duty, the choice is his."
