At the recycling bin at three o'clock in the morning, Lu Chen picked up a mobile phone with a broken screen. With a touch of his fingertips, a woman's scream was directly poured into his brain: "No. E-198, third phase experiment..." Finally, it was a girl's voice, calling softly: "Brother."
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It was the cell phone of his sister who had been missing for three years.
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From then on, he could hear the voices of all the things that were thrown away - the broken screen mobile phone played back the murder scene, the broken watch told the location where its owner was killed, and the old coat remembered the coordinates of the person who was buried alive. Others make a living by picking up garbage, but he relies on garbage to solve crimes, save people, and dig out the truth.
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Do giant companies want to silence themselves? Every piece of incriminating evidence you throw away is a complaint against me. Sister, wait, brother, dig out the ones blocking the road one by one.
