——"Every black iris I hand out is a book of judgment for you."
**High IQ rebellious portrait artist × Crazy and affectionate criminal investigation captain | Crime aesthetics × Brain science game**
Five years ago, Qi Yi, the chief portraitist of the Municipal Bureau, burned the case closing report with his own hands. In the ashes, a dried black iris pierced the conclusion of "suicide." On his mother's autopsy table, he swallowed the handcuff key in front of Ling Boyuan, and his blood-stained sneer disappeared into the foreign rainstorm: "Ling Boyuan, your sealed lies will one day cut open your spine."
Five years later, the black iris totem at the scene of a series of murders shocked the whole city——
At the bottom of the formalin pool where the rich man drowned, Qi Yi's original brainwave imaging technology code emerged;
The chip implanted in the deceased's temple actually played the voiceprint of Ling Boyuan's closing remarks.
The former criminal investigation ace was forced to face the bloody truth:
The "criminal evidence" Qi Yi submitted after returning to China was a record of the crime recorded on his own cerebral cortex;
The black iris fluorescent markers inside each victim's skull correspond to the missing neuronal notches on the bones of Ling Boyuan's sister.
"You cuffed my right hand to settle the case, now I use my left hand to build a court of justice for you."
On a rainy night, Qi Yi pressed Ling Boyuan against the autopsy table and opened the third button of his police uniform with a scalpel.
The corpse refrigerator was dimly lit with blue light, and twenty-seven screens simultaneously played the video of the medical group's "brain purification" experiment - the woman whose hippocampus was cut open in the center of the screen had the same face as Ling Boyuan's deceased sister.
The countdown to the final trial broadcast live on the dark web is on:
Thirty-six thousand brain-computer interfaces were aimed at the bleeding chip on the back of Qi Yi's neck, and his irises reflected Ling Boyuan's hand that pulled the trigger.
"Shoot," he smiled, pressing the other person's bloody fingertips against his beating cerebral cortex, "let the whole world see, what you love is justice..."
The moment the gunfire exploded, a rain of black irises suddenly fell from the dome of the experimental base - each petal was a confession video recorded by Qi Yi undercover for the past five years.
**"Do you want to redeem me, or share in my sin?"**
——In this taboo trial with the brain as the court, only the lovers can hear the heartbeat of the truth.
Intention: Love can withstand everything