Don't Go on a Blind Date with a Forensic Doctor

My best friend introduced me to a blind date, a forensic doctor, who was handsome and spoke very little. I thought it was a marriage made in heaven, but the first thing he said when we met was: "The anatomy procedures in your book are all wrong." Okay, professionals, I tolerate it. But he took me home and drove directly to the back door of the funeral home. He touched my face and said, "You are exactly the same as the person written in your book." I later learned that he had been pursuing a case for eight years, and the victim was my twin sister. And the details of the scene that only the real murderer knew were written in my book. He said: "I have been waiting for eight years and finally I am waiting for you." I said, "Are you here for a blind date, or are you here to solve a case?" He thought for a moment: "Both."