"Recently, two flight attendants at Die Lai Hotel died mysteriously. This case has aroused widespread social attention. Our city police conducted a seven-day investigation into the case, but still found nothing..."
The next day after the news report, Shen Yan took over this "long-awaited" case at the request of the victim's family.
While passing by the noisy police station lobby, she saw a particularly eye-catching man behind a cluttered desk.
She narrowed her eyes: The rare sunshine in the rainy season penetrated into the lobby through the floor-to-ceiling windows, making the man's pale skin appear more transparent, making his eyebrows particularly dense.
And the most important thing is that his soul is so clean, so clean that it shines. She has never seen such a pure soul since she was born.
***
"Zhao Shen? What is that?"
"Why, you don't know?" Shen Yan's eyes flashed, and she changed her legs on the red high heels, "We Zhaoshen are in the business of dead people. Wherever there are unjust, unjust, or violent deaths, we are there. Don't think that everything is gone when a person dies. There are many things you can't see."
Intent: Every life has its own meaning; desires are never-ending, and the outcome will eventually return to fate.