When Zhao Min opened the chest of the seventh corpse, a cold hand suddenly stretched out from the freezer.
"Don't be afraid, it's me." Chen Mo, the criminal investigation team leader, pulled off his protective mask. "The deceased's cell phone has been repaired, and it contains your photos."
The tip of her knife hovered: "Mine?"
"The note is - 'the last one'."
A fire broke out in the evidence room at three o'clock in the morning, and all the evidence was reduced to ashes.
The superior ordered the files to be sealed, but Chen Mo put the bloody mobile phone into her hand: "You are the only one left now."
Zhao Min turned over his phone and saw that the lock screen photo was his sleeping profile.
The shooting date was the snowy night when her sister disappeared ten years ago.
