My Inner Voice Cracks Cases, and the Entire Police Station Begs Me to Shut Up

The top part of this book is this: The heroine of another family relied on her golden finger to win, while Shen Wei almost "rolled" herself to death by relying on her golden finger. On the first day of reporting, Shen Wei passed by the interrogation room and heard the suspect yelling in his mind about where the murder weapon was hidden. She pushed the door open, and her words petrified the entire audience. From then on, the whole police station was flooded with voices, with 800 barrages flooding the screen every minute and every second. Some people called her a "connected person", some suspected that she was the murderer himself, and some were thinking about the braised pork in the canteen at noon. But this girl can accurately catch every slander and even fight back in public. Do you think this is the end? No, Shen Wei's mind-reading skills don't just end well - the more she solves the case, the closer she gets to the truth, and the more she discovers that the shadow of the massacre in the Chengnan Villa ten years ago hangs over everyone. When the suspect was arrested, he said "Do you think it's over? I'm just a knife-handler", and the whole book took off directly from the "unit crime-solving article" to "a suspenseful plot novel". Mind reading is not a cheat, it is a double-edged sword. Shen Wei could hear the deceased's last words, "He said he would take me to see the stars," and he could also hear what the mastermind behind the scenes was saying when he smiled at the meeting and praised her as "the newcomer is great" - "This girl has been traced to me... And must be dealt with." It's fun and scary at the same time. This immersive crime-solving experience is too exciting. Some people say that suspense novels are only about tension and excitement, but "The Voice of the Heart" is exactly what it needs to be. Forensic doctor Xiao Zhao celebrated his birthday, and the whole team cut a cake in the autopsy room, and was scolded bloody by the director. This scene would seem "out of place" in any suspense novel, but it is precisely these daily group portraits that turned the Third Crime Team from a "case-handling machine" into a group of flesh and blood. When Zhou Zhenggang banged the table and said, "I have been a policeman for thirty years, I deserve this last battle," you believed it; when Chen Mo said to Shen Wei, "Don't die outside," your nose felt sore; when Lin Xiaoxiao gave Shen Wei a recorder and said, "In case it is useful," you smiled with tears; when Shen Wei stood alone at the cemetery of the victims of the Massacre and said, "You can rest in peace," you finally cried.