It was raining lightly, and the red light from the sirens made me panic.
The streets are overflowing with brilliance, and buried beneath the hustle and bustle of the city are the deepest desires and darkness in people's hearts.
The girl with broken wings in the dark alley, the silent corpse in the courtyard...
Complex and disorderly clues gradually became clear, involving an old case seventeen years ago.
When everything is burned away, only a single blooming rose is left on the boundless scorched earth.
PS: This is the author's first time writing, please point out if there is anything wrong.
This article has less romance plot, so those who don't like it should be careful.
The author himself has no relevant working experience. Please correct me if there are any mistakes. Thank you!
Intention: Some people use their childhood to heal their whole lives, and some people use their whole life to heal their childhood.