1.
People divide detectives into two categories: one is those who work for money, have the most gold in the world, and hang out with the devil in the shadows in the gray area; and the other are those whose interest has always been there, and have the most primitive impulse and desire to find out the answers to the mystery and restore the truth. The truth is the most addictive drug for them.
And Klein Hantel belongs to the third category of heretics.
His heart longed for the sea but he had to be trapped by his adoptive father's last wish. The family relationship that was not short-lived turned into a heavy chain to bind him when he was buried in the ground.
It's just that he really has no interest in these.
With his diligent work attitude of fishing for two days and netting for three days, weeds half as tall as a man grew up in front of the office.
Klein couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the sparse office, and made a "helpless" decision: if the business continued to decline, he would have no choice but to make a living at a shipping company in order to support himself... How did the sailors of the Nautilus sound? They were pretty good, right?
2.
On the day when Klein Hantel was about to declare the glorious end of his detective career, a mystery rolled down the mountain of fate.
He had never taken on a murder case since his adoptive father's death, and he intuitively smelled the special smell of blood.
A mysterious invitation letter, a manor built on the mountainside, and an increasingly confusing case.
As the investigation deepens, more and more secrets are revealed, and the truth is within reach.
However, at a certain moment, the black-haired detective looked back keenly, and there was a series of footprints buried in the snowstorm along the traces of time.
There seems to be a hand behind the truth controlling everything.
3.
Klein stands at a crossroads in his life.
Two roads cross in the fog: should we stop here, or should we pursue it to the end?
How should he choose?
As the saying goes, a detective who doesn't want to be a sailor is not a good detective.
The sea itself is full of mysteries. If he wants to flee to the sea, he must first learn how to breathe in the wind and waves.
He heard his own heartbeat for the first time. It turned out that the so-called interest was that when he was about to die, he still wanted to reach out and tear off the last layer of the mask.
The detective reached deeper and took hold of the hands hidden in the shadows.
"Never say never - this is my self-cultivation as a detective who aspires to become a believer in the sea."
Everything is an arrangement of fate. You cannot escape or give up. You can only keep moving forward and go further.
Intention: Keep moving forward, and relatively fair fairness will eventually come.