The rainy night has come again, and the old case has not yet cooled down.
Bizarre murders occurred one after another deep in the city. The scene was as clean as if no one had ever been there before, leaving only a recurring mark and a few blank and silent letters.
Some people say this is reincarnation.
Some people say this is imitation.
Only Song Yanzhou knew that behind those seemingly unrelated deaths, there was a trajectory that had been deliberately buried for many years.
He is a detective walking on the edge of darkness. He is calm, restrained, and does not believe lies. He only believes in the road under his feet and the evidence in his hand. Until the profiler with silence and sensitivity appeared, she could always accurately reach the places he couldn't reach, understand the people's hearts that he couldn't understand, and also gently touch the weaknesses that he didn't want to show others.
They met at the crime scene, walked together among the clues, and stood side by side in front of the files late at night.
There was mist in her eyes and a knot in his heart.
She could see through the murderer's trajectory, but not her own origin; he could catch the current murderer, but not the past.
Some traces are engraved in destiny from birth.
Some people, once they meet, are destined to be together.
The wind blows across the city, the rain falls into the long night, and the traces covered by time are reappearing little by little.
No one knows the starting point, no one can see the end point, they only know——
Some roads, once set foot on, can only move forward.
