Detective Sun Mo has always believed in two things: evidence does not lie, and the human heart is the hardest thing to see through.
Until he met a young man who overturned all his presuppositions with the shape of his voice.
It was a Sunday morning, and the corridor was dark and damp. The person who opened the door was a pale and thin young man. He looked at Sun Mo's fierce face. He was not afraid or polite. He just said calmly: "At 8:12, the sound of the sack falling to the ground. It sounded like it contained something heavy."
Later, Sun Mo learned that there were no "vague emotions" in July's world, only "accurate data."
He was not used to jokes, but he could hear the trill in lies;
He seldom made physical contact, but when Sun Mo was injured, he would silently hand over a band-aid - the packaging was torn off neatly, with the adhesive side facing up.
He is the only witness to the case and the only variable in Sun Qiao's life.
[Criminal Investigation × Growth × Atypical Dual Powers | Drama]
——[Reading Guide]——
What this story wants to say is how "difference" can be caught by tenderness.
July doesn't need to be 'cured'
He just needs to be allowed to be himself.
The case serves emotions, and the process of solving the case is the process of two people getting along.
Their relationship is not about who saves whom, but like two rings with missing corners that eventually blend together to form a complete circle.
The world is noisy.
But I will be quiet for you.
Concept: Love is the process of two souls illuminating each other.