"I'm a private detective."
"Sorry, I'm still an atheist in general."
"Xiao Xian, I think your thinking on this concept, to use a popular saying, is out of line."
"Then please explain to me in accurate words what is the difference between your current job and the blind fortune teller on the street?"
One is a pure science otaku, and the other looks like a typical female top student in liberal arts.
A chronic bad habit of committing suicide cannot hide his compelling edge and wisdom, while a low-key but noble style reveals his once unusual identity.
Step by step, as if walking on thin ice, peeling off the cocoons, peeling off the obscure secrets dormant in the night, just to protect the pure white holy land called "justice and fairness" that I firmly believe in.
Life is an art that does not use bad words to slander each other, even if the background is dark or blood red, or it is a road of no return that may die at any time.
There is always someone by your side, there is always someone who will not betray you, there is always someone who goes far beyond the boundaries of friendship, but is never full of lovers.
What is most disturbing is the confusing serial case, or the mysterious past that is tried hard to hide but cannot be escaped.
Whose youth burns whose blood, whose wisdom lights up whose life
Would you like to play this game of Othello with me?
(Ah hahahaha, I won't tell you that this is a trap I started after I became obsessed with watching "Sherlock Holmes"...)