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Detective×Killer
——When the gears of absolute order meet the thorny roses blooming in disorder——
In 1895, the fog in London concealed the blood and lies of the Gilded Age.
Nak Rygetov, a genius detective with sharp silver hair, uses logic as a gear and evidence as a clockwork, and firmly believes that justice must run precisely along the track of the law.
Cyril Naye, an elegant killer with chestnut hair and blue eyes, uses roses as tokens and mysophobia as armor, pruning in the dark those "rotten branches" that cannot be punished by law.
A framed murder forced two people who were supposed to be enemies to go together: the soprano of the opera house died in the aria of "Don Giovanni", the gold of the financial giant "melted" in honey, and the bloody paint seal came from the rainy night in Edinburgh... Behind every case, there is a metaphor of gears and roses intertwined.
He clenched his pocket watch and asked for the truth. He chuckled and cut off the hypocritical mouthpiece.
When moral boundaries blur in the rain, when tacit understanding grows between life and death——
"Mr. Detective, you can't do it." Cyril's blade touched Nak's back.
"Then I'll prove it to you?" Nak grabbed his bloody wrist with his backhand.
Purpose: Showing the many facets of the Victorian era