Lu Zhige had received many farewell messages from his informants, but none of them were as difficult to swallow as Shen Du's.
\"That thing is not a mark, but a coordinate. They used a soldering iron to carve it into their bodies so that outsiders could find them. Brother Lu, you'd better take a look at the tiger's mouth on your own right hand——\"
The news stopped. Called again, no answer.
Three hours later, Shen Du's body was found in the cold storage of the dock, with a fresh cross burn mark on his right hand.
This batch of deceased has reached the eighth one. Serial suicide case, eight days, zero clues.
The captain of the special task force who took over the case was called Shen Tinglan - cold, rigorous, and never trusting resources outside the system. But for the first time, he reviewed a person's old files, and after reading them, he wrote a word on the last page.
\"Like.\"
——Like myself. They all stood on the same forked road. One person chose to repair the wall, and the other person jumped out and never came back.
What awaits them at the end of this road is a plan that has been laid out for thirteen years. A dark truth about "anchor", and a question that must be answered with one's life:
When you find that the only person who can resonate with your soul happens to be the person you must destroy with your own hands - do you choose to be sober or to choose him?
"Everyone except you is mediocre." "Sober people are not worthy of love."
Intention: When the world itself is wrong, where should loyalty be directed? It's not love against the world, but two sober people making a common decision in an unsolvable deadlock.