No one knows what happened in that study.
Shen Yue is dead. Thirty-one years old, a financial analyst, he died on the carpet in his own home. There was no struggle, no defensive wounds, and the door was ajar. Every piece of evidence speaks, but each tells a different story.
I was called in as a consultant. My job is to analyze the scene, interpret the evidence, and find the truth. I've seen too many crime scenes, too many dead people, too many lies. I thought this case would be no different.
No, I was wrong.
Because in this case, the perfect crime isn't one where the killer leaves no trace. It's one where the killer stands right in front of them, helping analyze the case and search for the truth.
This is a story about lies, truth, and redemption. A trap laid with death, a truth guarded in silence, and a group of people searching for light in the darkness.
The final sentence will make you turn back to the first page.
