If evil is a gorgeous and cruel movement, I will write its ending with my own hands. The light of the morning sun dries the last line of sadness, and the black ink is stained with tranquility. The famous philanthropist Edward Hyde was killed. The murderer left no clues but inserted a blue enchantress into the mouth of the corpse. The detective's investigation work yielded nothing, but the criminal arrogantly challenged the detective - the words left on the typewriter, the anonymous letter, the works of the novelist who burned himself to death... Everything pointed to an unsolved case fourteen years ago, a past that the detective could not bear to look back on. What really happened fourteen years ago? How does all this relate to today's case? Who is the murderer? What is the truth? When everything becomes clear, who is righteous and who is evil is a question.
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