Reporting at the Grassroots Level, I Set My Sights on the Director's Master

"Master, do they call this an 'accident'?" Outside the single-pane glass of the interrogation room, Chen Mo stared at the gentle man inside, his voice very low. The man was wiping his gold-rimmed glasses elegantly, and there was even a decent smile on his lips. Zhou Weiguo said nothing, but pushed a yellowed old case file in front of him. In the corner of the file, there is a vague, wavy mark. "Twenty-three years, seven 'accidents'." The old policeman rapped his knuckles on the mark, making a sound like the turning of rusty gears. "Drowning, car accident, fire... The scene was as clean as if it had been washed by water." Chen Mo closed his eyes. The fragments captured by his "detail recall" ability suddenly surged - the tattoo under the fraudster's collar, the wet water stains in the cracks of the floor at the scene of the disappearance, and the strange words of the victim's last call in the traffic accident report this morning: "The sound of rain... The sound of rain was so loud." But today the sun is clearly shining brightly. "Do you think it's a coincidence?" Lao Zhou asked. Chen Mo opened his eyes, and his young but unusually calm face reflected in the glass. In his previous life, when he was typing code, he was best at finding loopholes in chaotic logic, but this time, the loopholes were hidden in the most normal death. "It's not a coincidence," he said. "It's a signature." The phone vibrated at this moment. The latest police information: "A suspicious suitcase was found in an old community on Xiangyang Road, emitting a peculiar smell." He thought of the neighbor who always lowered his head to avoid looking when he was mediating a dispute three days ago, and the faint blue lines under his sleeves. "Master," Chen Mo stood up, his police uniform jacket rustling across the back of the chair, "I may... Have bumped into them." Outside the window, the sun is shining brightly. But he heard the sound of an approaching rainstorm