[Two Male Protagonists] [Republic of China] [Suspense Detective] [Brain-burning Reasoning] [National Righteousness] The first novel for a novice, thank you for reading❤️
When Cheng Yuan opened the Paramount dressing room, the gramophone was still singing "Tuberose".
The white butterfly is sitting in front of the mirror, the edges of the peacock blue cheongsam reflecting the cold light of the chandelier, like a swallowtail butterfly nailed to a specimen rack. He knelt down and saw that she was holding half a dance ticket in her left hand - the paper was crisp and the ink numbered "7" had not yet dried.
"We changed the chips to copper chips last week." A strange voice came from behind.
Cheng Yuan didn't look back, lit a match and lit a cigarette: "From the Police Department?"
"Shen Zhiqiu. Criminal psychology consultant." The young man in a three-piece suit handed over the order. His gaze behind the gold-rimmed glasses glanced behind the corpse's ears. "Detective, you missed a pinhole."
The soot suddenly broke. Cheng Yuan squinted his eyes and looked at the foreign-style scholar, then suddenly threw the matchbox over: "Help me?"
Shen Zhiqiu subconsciously caught it and was stunned for a moment before he realized that he was asking him to illuminate the German lines on the mirror. The shadows of the two men overlap for the first time in the rouge and powder, as if foretelling a dance that begins in a pool of blood.
