The damp musty smell, mixed with the unique sour smell of old paper, enveloped the underground archives of the Municipal Criminal Investigation Detachment like an invisible net.
Lin Mo sat behind the creaking wooden table in the corner, his fingertips brushing against the edge of a kraft paper dossier. On the label of the file, the words "1123 Serial Arson Case" have faded. It was the last case he handled personally.
A year ago.
At that time, he was still the sharpest knife and the brightest star in the police force. Now, he is just a waste whose edge has been worn away and thrown here to keep company with old papers.
The dim light bulb above his head stretched his shadow long and cast it on the filing cabinets on the entire wall behind him, like a lonely tombstone.
"Hey, Brother Lin, are you reliving the glorious deeds of the past again?"
A bitter voice broke the silence.
