(The contents of this story are all fictitious. Any similarities are purely coincidental and are not guided by bad views. Readers should choose to read carefully and please do not imitate the plot in the book)
A July noon
a closed door
a person who sleeps forever
Criminal investigators came one after another, but could not find any evidence of homicide. In the end, they could only classify it as an accident and the case was hastily closed.
But the old detective noticed something was wrong at a glance. The perfect case itself was a flaw.
Everything in the room was suspiciously orderly, as if nothing had happened.
There are only sealed windows and an air conditioner that continues to blow cold air, staying at an unusual number: 28°C.
Everyone has seen the ending, but no one is willing to delve into it. Who is under the roof that has been tilted for many years and is driven to a dead end by the cold day after day?
This book uses the case as a shell, focusing on the long-term trauma caused by the original family, showing the huge tear between emotion and law. Sympathy does not mean condonation, pain cannot be an excuse to harm others, and extreme crimes will never return.
Intention: Desire that no one cares about leads to a lifetime of coldness