Li Zheng, a taciturn locksmith. He has a superb lock-picking skill and can open any door, but he cannot open the lock of the human heart. When he was completely disappointed with human nature, he used this craft to "do justice for heaven" in a unique way. He used his profession to quietly sneak into the lives of those evil people, and disguised every killing as a perfect "accident." Near the crime scene, a hand-folded white paper flower was left as his unique "signature."
The person tracking him is Zhang Feng, a detective from the serious crime team who he has grown up with. When a series of seemingly unrelated accidents were investigated by Zhang Feng, codenamed "Paper Flowers," the murderer's profile surprisingly overlapped with the person he was most familiar with.
This is a cat-and-mouse game between hunter and prey, and it is also the ultimate showdown between friendship and justice over twenty-three years. When the truth emerges little by little, what awaits them behind the door that isolates crime and punishment, love and law, is it the abyss of human nature or mutual redemption?
Reader comments
For my first suspense novel "The Eleventh Lock"
Wrote a theme song "Lock Heart"
I hope you all like [make faces]
"Lock the Heart"
Fingertips turn slightly, the copper core trembles slightly
Familiar touch like pulse rhythm
Every lock is a secret
Waiting to be easily exposed by me
The street lights are dim and the rainy night is cool
There's another craving in the toolbox
When the key scratches the metal edge
A certain switch was quietly turned on
I asked myself who these hands originally existed for
Creation or destruction, which one is closer to love?
Every turn is a wheel of fate
After tonight, who can I understand?
Locked the door, locked the heart, cannot lock the darkness
Why can't the person who picks the lock open it? His own regret
The copper core is spinning, the soul is shouting, at both ends of good and evil
I heard a voice asking when it will be returned. The uneasiness that was stolen
Apartment corridor digital cool
Which floor is inhabited by similar despair?
They say my technique is beautiful
But I don't know what echo I heard
I asked myself who these hands were trembling for
To protect or to destroy, which one is the salvation?
Every turn is a bet for the soul
Which way will I go back after tonight?
Locked the door, locked the heart, cannot lock the darkness
Why can't the person who picks the lock open it? His own regret
The copper core is spinning, the soul is shouting, at both ends of good and evil
I heard a voice asking when it will be returned. The uneasiness that was stolen
The temperature of metal is like someone's tears
Hidden deep in the lock cylinder, who am I?
Every time you unlock it, you lock yourself deeper
I have the key but I have lost the courage to go back
The last lock is cardiac arrest
When I finally locked myself into the story
Who can unlock this locksmith?
Looking for the original innocence deep in the copper core
I have been a locksmith for 10 years. First time seeing this subject. Very touching in my heart
For my first suspense novel "The Eleventh Lock" Wrote a theme song "Lock Heart" I hope you all like [make faces] "Lock the Heart" Fingertips turn slightly, the copper core trembles slightly Familiar touch like pulse rhythm Every lock is a secret Waiting to be easily exposed by me The street lights are dim and the rainy night is cool There's another craving in the toolbox When the key scratches the metal edge A certain switch was quietly turned on I asked myself who these hands originally existed for Creation or destruction, which one is closer to love? Every turn is a wheel of fate After tonight, who can I understand? Locked the door, locked the heart, cannot lock the darkness Why can't the person who picks the lock open it? His own regret The copper core is spinning, the soul is shouting, at both ends of good and evil I heard a voice asking when it will be returned. The uneasiness that was stolen Apartment corridor digital cool Which floor is inhabited by similar despair? They say my technique is beautiful But I don't know what echo I heard I asked myself who these hands were trembling for To protect or to destroy, which one is the salvation? Every turn is a bet for the soul Which way will I go back after tonight? Locked the door, locked the heart, cannot lock the darkness Why can't the person who picks the lock open it? His own regret The copper core is spinning, the soul is shouting, at both ends of good and evil I heard a voice asking when it will be returned. The uneasiness that was stolen The temperature of metal is like someone's tears Hidden deep in the lock cylinder, who am I? Every time you unlock it, you lock yourself deeper I have the key but I have lost the courage to go back The last lock is cardiac arrest When I finally locked myself into the story Who can unlock this locksmith? Looking for the original innocence deep in the copper core
I have been a locksmith for 10 years. First time seeing this subject. Very touching in my heart