[The flower shop psychological counselor with a stable core × the criminal investigation consultant who taught her gentleness | The white rose can see your secret]
Shen Qingwan, a psychological counselor at a mysterious flower shop.
When customers hold the white rose in my hand for consultation, I can see the deepest images in their hearts - the car windows on a rainy night, the rusted iron doors, and the pocket watches that open and close repeatedly in the dusk.
Until criminal investigation consultant Gu Weian opened my door with photos of the murder scene.
Three hundred and twenty-seven white rose petals were scattered around the body.
He held my flower, and I saw the murderer's gun - pointed right at my own heart.
"Teacher Shen," he said with sharp eyes, "there is your fingerprint on the back of the eleventh petal."
The police asked me to hand over a list of all customers who had bought white roses.
I refused.
"Based on counseling ethics, I have no right to reveal any client's secrets."
"But," I pushed forward a professional analysis, "the murderer once desperately wanted redemption, but he used it in the wrong way - he may have come to me."
Gu Wei'an stared at me for a long time.
He later told me that what he saw at that moment was not the suspect.
It's about refusing to give in before the professional bottom line.
Later, he always came to my flower shop late at night.
Sometimes I bring case files, sometimes I bring a bowl of hot porridge.
"I'm not here to protect you," he said, "I'm here to cooperate."
"But the flowers I grow are very picky," I cut a white rose and handed it to him, "they need enough honest soil."
He took the flower and pierced the thorn into his fingertips.
The moment the blood seeped into the petals, I saw a new picture - it was no longer the muzzle of the gun.
It was him who squatted in the garden late at night, clumsily tying the support pole to my white rose that had the power to backfire.
