Vigil Detective

Everyone in the criminal police team said that I was a disaster - people died while my father was investigating the case, my mother died in front of the mirror, and even my partner almost died. Until I took over the mutilation case. The deceased was cut into seven pieces and the incisions were coated with sandalwood powder. The forensic doctor said it was the work of a perverted killer. I said no. Because I saw a woman in a red dress standing in the second-floor window at the crime scene. The rain ran through her body. She was staring at me and laughing. Captain Zhang Jianguo told me to get out of the serious crime unit, and my colleagues regarded me as a lunatic. Only forensic doctor Lin Wan'er rolled her eyes while recording it for me - every time I touched the body, I would see the last seven seconds of the deceased's death. In those scenes, the murderer's face is always a black mist. But I saw something: that bronze mirror. In the mirror, the woman in red opened her mouth and said something silently. "Chenchen." That's my nickname. Only my mom and my grandma know. But my grandmother has been dead for thirty years. Die in front of that mirror. The first page of the notebook left by his father read: "Don't believe Zhang Jianguo." And Lao Zhou - the retired detective who always handed me cigarettes late at night - said: "Your grandma is not dead. She is waiting for you in the mirror." Now I have the same dream every night: a broken bronze mirror, and a voice deep in the mirror repeatedly says—— "The seventh sacrifice is the person closest to you."