Chen Mo, a criminal investigation consultant parachuted in from the provincial department, has a 100% case-solving rate, yet never makes an arrest himself.
Everyone thinks he's refined and mild-mannered, until a fingerprint is found at the scene of a series of murders.
System results: the fingerprint belongs to Ji Huaian, a financial tycoon sentenced to death ten years ago.
In the interrogation room, I slam the table and ask him, “Who are you, really?”
He takes off his glasses and wipes them, then smiles and asks in return, “Officer, do you think Ji Huaian had a twin brother?”
That night, an anonymous email appears in my inbox:
“Stop investigating him, or you'll be the next victim.”
I thought I was interrogating a criminal.
Only later did I learn that everyone at the city bureau secretly called him “Mr. Ji.”
Later still, I discovered that my mentor's car accident three years ago was a sham,
that the owner of the corpse in front of me was named Zhou Weidong,
and that the person who died in Ji Huaian's place ten years ago was his twin brother.
Now Chen Mo tells me his name is Ji Huaiyuan.
But my mentor's old case file says:
Ji Huaiyuan, executed ten years ago.
How many Ji Huaiyuans have died?
And who is the Chen Mo still alive today?
