She opened a script killing shop, just waiting for a player who would never come - the real murderer who killed her best friend.
Three years ago, in a seven-person script killing round, Lin Zhi got the role of "the deceased". The game ends and she is truly dead. The police ruled: suicide.
Song Wanxing didn't believe it. She opened the script-killing shop called "Seventh Man", and in three years, she turned everyone in the bureau into her "regular customers." She was waiting, waiting for an opportunity, waiting for someone - waiting for the person who could make the truth come to light.
Lu Shiyan is here. He was the profiler who worked on the case, and he was also the person she had hated for three years.
"Officer Lu, I've been waiting for you for a long time." She handed over the invitation with a smile, "There is a game and one person is missing."
He didn't know that in this scripted murder, she had set up the deceased and arranged the clues. Every question pointed to that night three years ago.
He didn't even know that from the moment he stepped into this store, he had fallen into her game - a game that used the truth as bait and love and hate as the focus.
She said: I want you to hear with your own ears the truth that I failed to tell back then.
He said: I came not to atone for my sins, but to complete what I should have done three years ago.
When the script overlapped with reality, and when the identity of the seventh person surfaced, they discovered——
The deepest lies are hidden in the truest feelings.
The hardest knife often comes from the person you trust the most.
Between them, there is a life, a misunderstanding, and a taboo that they dare not touch for three years.
