At the murder scene, the deceased's eyes were open and his lips were slightly open - as if he was silently accusing him at the last second.
Criminal investigation consultant Jiang Su took off the black finger cot and pressed his fingers on the cold forehead of the deceased.
The next second, he heard:
——The squeaking sound of the wiper scraping the glass.
——Half-melted strawberry ice cream on the passenger seat.
——The old-fashioned Shanghai watch on the murderer's wrist had the second hand stopped at 7:21.
This is his golden finger and his curse.
He could hear the echoes of sin lingering in time, but every time he listened, he experienced the fear of death.
Three "body hiding cases in refrigerators" occurred in Nancheng one after another. The deceased were all frozen in abandoned refrigerators with no signs of struggle before death. All physical evidence points to a serial killer who has been dead for five years.
Jiang Su touched the oldest corpse, and heard two words in the echo -
"Don't be afraid, it will warm up soon."
"Sorry, I can't kill you."
The murderer is the rescuer? The victim wanted to be killed but couldn't? Or... Is the "dead" killer actually living in someone's body?
At the same time, the newly transferred criminal investigation captain Gu Yanzhi was dubious about Jiang Su's ability. He handed Jiang Su a photo:
"An old case from ten years ago, my father's disappearance. Can you hear his last echo?"
The photo showed a middle-aged policeman with a gentle smile.
Jiang Su took the photo, his fingertips felt hot——
He heard seven seconds of screaming and an address spoken by a childish voice.
That address is his own home.
