It only took Lin Shen three seconds to fall from being the ace of the crime team to being an alcoholic counselor. Three seconds when the edge collapsed when the mission failed.
Now the pain and alcohol are eating away at him, until the pig with its abdomen covered with scarlet threads appears on the street on a rainy night. Cutting open the swollen belly, the curled up female body and the peeled off face are like a provocative letter from the darkness.
Deeper shadows are spreading. In an abandoned factory, chemical barrels wrapped with red threads hide male corpses; in the basement, the hollowed-out abdomen is filled with rat corpses...
Every scene leaves the same weird red line, like the crazy artistic signature of a serial killer.
The clue actually points to the good old man in the community who silently feeds the cats, and his eerily calm doctor daughter.
This is just the beginning. The red line is still extending, and the next work is already brewing in the dark. And Lin Shen, a decadent man soaked in pain and alcohol, was dragging his broken body step by step towards the center of the bloody maze.
Because he knew that only the most twisted puzzle could pierce his already numb nerves. And this fatal dance with a madman may be the fall he has been waiting for for a long time.
