Suspense novelist Lin Mo's next-door neighbor Lao Wang died, but it was written on the scene that he was the next target. What's even weirder is that Lao Wang's daughter died ten years ago, and Lin Mo was the reporter who reported the unsolved case that year. When "another self" walked out of the mirror, when dead suspects appeared one after another, and when Sheriff Black Cat used his claws to tear apart the layers of lies, Lin Mo discovered that in this death game, everyone is an actor, every testimony is a trap, and there is a sharper knife hidden behind every "truth". The murderer you think is the victim, the victim you think is the hunter, and that most inconspicuous existence is squatting in the dark, licking his paws, watching human greed and stupidity with cold eyes. A revenge that spans ten years, a chessboard with life as bait, until the last page, you will never know who is the real scapegoat.
Purpose: Through layers of reasoning, the truth of the case was found