The Municipal Criminal Investigation Detachment has an unwritten rule: no one is allowed to enter the interrogation room where Jiang Bai is located after three o'clock in the morning.
No one knows what's going on behind that door.
Colleagues only saw the results - in all the cases Jiang Bai handled, the murderer would eventually confess in an almost bizarre way. The chain of evidence is complete and the confession is clear, as if the murderer suddenly had a conscience.
Only Jiang Bai himself knew that it was never him who made the murderer speak.
It is those who can no longer speak.
And tonight, Jiang Bai had a victim whose corpse had been chopped into pieces floating in front of him.
She looked at Jiang Bai and her first words were: "Officer, the murderer... Doesn't seem to be human."
Jiang Bai looked at the underworld communicator in his hand, and a new message popped up on the screen:
"Comrade Jiang Bai, your merit value this month has been negative. If you continue to lose money, your service life in the world will be frozen. Please solve the case as soon as possible, or be prepared to accept punishment."
He rubbed his temples.
"Okay," he said, "then let's talk about how you died."
