Honey, we are the final password
The twin growth rings interlock in the depths of the crime,
On the holographic map on the top floor of the Criminal Investigation Bureau,
The coordinates of the young group and the old group are overlapping in time and space.
The freighter whistle that disappeared twenty years ago penetrated the rain curtain,
And Zhao Chu used the platinum thread in his cufflinks,
Has quietly wrapped around Bai Su's carotid artery.
Intention: Feeling