Late Fang

Beautiful, strong, and tragic, with multiple secret identities: a criminal investigation consultant on the bottom × a gentle, mysterious immortal big shot on top

In 1997, at a JJ disco, during a drug deal, police found a bag of dismembered remains in the freezer the criminals had been using to store ice.

The forensic examination revealed that the headless victim had terminal cancer. Stranger still, the body was in the kind of robust health a terminal cancer patient should not have had.

Just as the case reached a dead end, Xia Yewan, Jiangxia City's specially appointed criminal investigation consultant, appeared.

A cybercafe owner so thin his cheeks were deeply sunken, who coughed at the slightest provocation and looked as though he might drop dead at any moment, he followed a trail of clues to a foreign-owned pharmaceutical factory hidden deep in the mountains.

As the investigation went deeper, the factory employees all turned into human bombs and blew themselves up one by one before the police.

An ordinary criminal case became, in the blink of an eye, an excuse for another country to provoke war and launch an attack.

It was as if everything were caught in a vast, ever-expanding web, drawing seemingly unrelated people and events together bit by bit.

As the identity of this remarkably successful criminal investigation consultant gradually came to light, so did the truth about who he really was.

A mysterious higher-up in a criminal organization?

A spy trained in secret by an enemy country?

An auction item at the 023 Curio Collection Museum, coveted by bidders?

Or...

A canary desperately trying to break free from the shackles of fate?

When he was on the verge of death, those questions didn't seem so important anymore.

Of course, Xia Yewan wasn't regretting swallowing that slow-acting poison back then. If anything, he wanted to thank his past self for doing whatever it took to gain freedom.

He was grateful to Mu Qing, A Mo, Xiao Shi, everyone on Consultant West's team, Captain Zhao, Xiao Wu, Xiao Liu, Xiao Qi...

And he was grateful to Mr. Ji, too. Back then, during their confrontation, he learned a shocking secret about the man but wasn't silenced for it, which let him live a few more days. For that, he was especially grateful.

And Mr. Ji Fangru, please don't worry. He'll probably be dead in a few minutes, and that secret will go with him to the grave.

The bed beneath him was unbearably soft. Blood and pus seeped from his rotting body, and for the first time, his battered heart gave way to despair. His final desperate struggle ended in nothing but death.

The moonlight was bleak, yet the man's voice was burning with passion.

“A Wan.”

“To live, I'll do anything.”

“Then would you... become a monster?”

Mr. Ji's kiss fell.

In an embrace filled with tender longing, they shared immortality.

Theme: Never give up on living