Gu Chenzhou, the cold-blooded criminal investigation captain, had a principle - not to touch suspects who smell of perfume, until he bumped into Shen Mo during the serial killer case.
The criminal psychologist was dressed in the scent of cedar. He looked like he was carving a work of art when he dissected a corpse. He asked with a smile: "Gu Captain, have you ever smelled the love hidden in the teeth of the deceased?"
At the scene of the gold robbery, Shen Mo's tie clip was stuck between the fingers of the deceased, but Gu Chenzhou's gun was pointed at his beating Adam's apple: "Explain, why was your DNA left in the arson case twenty years ago?"
Shen Mo put the scalpel against the old scar on his waist with his backhand: "Why don't you tell me first, the number that was branded on you when you were undercover... Why is it the same as the murderer's mark?"
When a cross-border arrest warrant illuminated the morgue, Gu Chenzhou finally saw clearly the stakes of this game - Shen Mo was the perfect criminal he had been chasing for ten years, and the only key that could unlock the shackles of his memory.
"I'm arresting you now for illegal heartbeat intrusion." Gu Chenzhou clasped Shen Mo's bleeding wrist. The tactical dial showed that the opponent's pulse was frantically hitting the safety threshold he had set. Shen Mo licked the barrel of his mercury-stained gun and chuckled: "Captain Gu, your heartbeat is much more honest than the autopsy report."
He uses ballistic trajectories to measure the truth, and he uses the temperature of corpses to write love letters.
Every case solved is a flirtation, every confrontation is a confession
When a perfect crime begins to resurface the memory of the detective captain?
Is the person next to me the game-breaker or the ultimate prey?
He measured my moral bottom line with the barrel of a gun!
I deconstruct his heartbeat lies with a scalpel!
Are we each other's most dangerous unsolved case?
Until the ballistic trajectory kisses the profile?
The rusty night finally hovers over the eternal dawn
Intention: He uses ballistic trajectories to measure the truth, and he uses corpse temperature to write love letters