"When a rational chemist encounters a criminal art tailor-made for him, he must synthesize the only antidote between twisted worship and fiery true love."
On rainy nights in the city, poisonous fog blooms like roses.
Three years ago, there was an explosion in the ventilation shaft. Lin Jianwei closed the valve and rescued his companions, but sent Jiang Jin into the cyanide fog. But pushed Jiang Jin into the abyss.
Three years later, a series of sacrifices were made of amber corpses, coral blood, and rose mist - each death called to the scar on his left hand.
They once enjoyed the symphony of molecules through the dark web, but now one wears gloves to listen to strains, and the other wears a breathing mask to sing Debussy.
Scientific ethics is like a Möbius strip, where love and sin are endlessly intertwined.
At the end of the countdown, the acid surged.
He cut his fingertip and dripped blood into the reagent:
"Are you my unfinished antidote, or the doomsday that I synthesized with my own hands?"
Cold Sensing Chemist × Wild Detective Captain × Paranoid Pharmacist
Lin Jianwei x Shen Ji x Jiang Jin
As solid as amber, as silent as white orchid, the unfinished equation under the abyss.
The seventh serum is empty.
Concept: Power, symbiosis of darkness and light, suspense reasoning