In an abandoned factory in the west of the city, a skeleton that had been hidden for ten years was discovered.
Shen Qingqiu squatted down and made a vague gesture of the incision through the air: "Sharp weapon, deliberately hidden."
"Ten years?"
A lazy and hoarse female voice came from behind.
Chen Ye pushed aside the crowd, and with the smell of rain and a faint smell of tobacco all over his body, he aggressively broke into Shen Qingqiu's safe distance.
"The city bureau has already archived the case from ten years ago." Chen Ye stared at the amputated leg bone, with a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth, "Why, Forensic Doctor Shen is also interested in such old accounts?"
Shen Qingqiu stood up and looked at her condescendingly: "I only look at the body, not the year."
Later, when all the clues pointed to the abyss, when the butcher rang the doorbell again on the rainy night ten years ago.
Chen Ye held Shen Qingqiu's cold hand tightly in the darkness, his eyes burning with fire.
"Shen Qingqiu, if the long night is destined to be difficult to understand, then I will be your light."
Purpose: to show women's mutual support and two-way redemption in the workplace and in desperate situations, and to explore how two independent souls can become each other's light on the road to pursuing justice.
