Ten years ago, my sister Lin Xi left a message "Don't come to me" and disappeared from the world.
Ten years later, Lin Yuan was still an ordinary person delivering food-until that night, he received a late-night take-out order, and the recipient was a dead man.
After calling the police, he became the number one suspect: surveillance cameras only captured him entering the scene of the crime, and the deceased clutched his takeaway receipt in his hand.
In order to prove his innocence, Lin Yuan had to investigate the case himself. He traveled through every alley in Jiangcheng, memorizing every face, and relying on the "living map" observation skills honed over ten years of running alone, he got closer to the truth bit by bit.
But the more he investigated, the more frightened he became - every crime scene was sewn with a dazzling red thread.
Those were the stitches on my sister's coat on the day she disappeared.
"Stop investigating." Interpol Captain Qin Shuang stopped him, "If you continue to investigate, you will die."
Lin Yuan smiled: "My sister has been waiting for me for ten years. I must complete this order."
The undercurrent of Jiangcheng is surging. A conspiracy spanning ten years was waiting for him to open the sutured wounds with his own hands.
