My name is Lin Mo, an ordinary detective agency assistant. My daily job is to make wolfberry tea for my boss who calls himself "Shanghai's No. 1 Detective", sort out invoices, and endure his hour-long midday radio gymnastics. The boss, Lu Shang, is a former criminal policeman who is now a salted fish. His life credo is "three no-acceptances": don't accept anything that's too dangerous, don't accept anything that's too troublesome, and don't accept anyone who has too little money. Therefore, the backlog of old unsolved cases in the file cabinet of our detective agency is more worrying than the amount of hair on his head. At the beginning, I also wanted to be a social animal who kept to myself. Until that day, I "accidentally" knocked over the kettle used to water the flowers on top of the "Fifteen Years Serial Killer Case" file. Looking at the blurred ink on the paper, the ballistic trajectory of the crime scene and the neglected trace evidence automatically appeared in my mind. Damn it, the occupational disease happened again. So, my social life started in side B mode: During the day, I was Lin Mo, a useless assistant who would get paper jams when printing documents for my boss. "Boss, why is this printer broken again?" ´ω` At night, I was the "mastermind" who packaged and sent the case report, evidence chain, and murderer's profile to the police station's anonymous mailbox. Gradually, Captain Zhang from the Chengxi Police Station began to visit my boss frequently, and every time he looked at my boss with the eyes of a peerless master. Team Zhang: "Brother Lu! You're awesome! If it weren't for the clues you anonymously provided, we don't know how long we would have investigated the mutilation case!" The boss was holding the wolfberry tea with a confused look on his face: "Huh? Oh... A small scene, a routine operation." I silently peeled an apple next to me: "The boss is so awesome!" Until one day,
