I can understand the language of insects, and then I became the favorite of the crime team
Shen Fang, the youngest detective in the serious crime team of the Municipal Criminal Investigation Brigade, is twenty-four years old and has just been on the job for one year.
He has a secret - he can understand the language of spiders, bugs, and vermin.
It's not the kind of fairy tale conversation, but a kind of primitive and instinctive "information reception": the spider can tell him whose cuff the wall dust rubs on, the ant can tell him how many corpses are buried under the soil, and the fly can tell him how long it took for the blood to dry in the basement.
Bugs remember all the details hidden in the cracks of the city that humans would never notice.
On the first day of employment, no one in the major crimes team thought highly of this taciturn young man.
Until he was in the interrogation room, listening to the "whispers" of the spider in the corner, and in a few words broke down the suspect's psychological defenses.
It was not until the unfinished construction site that he squatted beside the foundation pit and read the burial order of the seven bones from the migration paths of the ants.
It wasn't until he was in the basement of Emerald Garden that he pieced together the complete truth of a two-year-long human abuse case from the flies' generational memories.
Old detective Lao Zheng was suspicious at the beginning, but later took the initiative to cover for him: "He has strong observation skills."
Forensic doctor Lao Ma went from shock to numbness: "How do you know this again?"
Xiao Lin from the technical department's eyes sparkled every time he saw him: "Brother Shen, who told you this time? Spiders? Ants? Or the grass spider lying on the windowsill?"
Shen Fang never explained, just smiled.
He didn't need an explanation.
All he needs is the hundreds of millions of "informants" in this city - those who
