I, Shen Yuan, am an ordinary psychological counselor, but I have a secret that I cannot tell anyone: I can see the "sin karma" in people - the black mist transformed by evil thoughts that have not been punished or redeemed. I tried to purify them with talk therapy, until Zhong Li, a staid trainee judge sent by the underworld, told me with a cold face: "Your method is too inefficient and suspected of violating regulations." We were forced to form a team to track down a series of bizarre cases: people who appeared to commit suicide, but whose "criminal karma" was drained away by unknown forces in advance. When psychological profiling meets the law of the netherworld, when the heart of redemption collides with the ruthless iron rule, we are gradually approaching a terrible truth - someone is systematically collecting "pure sins" with the intention of subverting Yin and Yang. And the only way to prevent the end of the world is to complete an ultimate psychological redemption at the source of the birth of evil.
The city on a rainy night is like a pencil drawing soaked in water.
When Shen Yuan turned off the last light in the consulting room, the clock on the wall pointed to 10:47 pm. Outside the window, the halo of neon lights smeared into a blurry color patch in the rain. Occasionally, the sound of a vehicle running over puddles came, dull and distant.
He stood in front of the window, looking at himself reflected in the glass - thirty years old, wearing a pressed gray shirt, his eyes behind gold-rimmed glasses were calm and almost empty. This face is professional and trustworthy in the eyes of the patient, but only he knows what kind of ridiculous secret is wrapped under this skin.
The phone screen lit up, and it was a message from assistant Xiao Zhou: "Teacher Shen, at ten o'clock tomorrow morning, Ms. Lin will have her third consultation. She has confirmed that she will attend."
