Modern suspense/Qiangqiang/He
Forensic doctor Ji Lin's world consists of micron-precise scalpels and cold chains of evidence. He believes that death will only leave quantifiable traces, rather than illusory "psychological portraits." Until Xu Linyue, a criminal profiler sent by the provincial department, wandered into his autopsy room with a coffee-stained shirt and a cynical smile. He used a table knife stained with butter to cut through the rational barrier he had built for twenty years.
"Your father did not commit suicide."
"Your adoptive father is not a saint either."
A corpse placed in a playing position and a page of ancient blood-stained music sheet drag the two into a nightmare that spans twenty years. In the embers of the orphanage fire, the cries of twelve children turned into a murderous music composed by the murderer. When the investigation pointed to Ji Lin's father who died in the line of duty and Xu Linyue's powerful adoptive father, they discovered that the most perfect crime is to let the living tamper with their own memories.
"Do you smell the almonds?" Xu Linyue protected Ji Lin from the blast, and blood dripped from his gold-rimmed glasses onto the other person's pale face. "That's the smell of fear... And it was the last smell I smelled when I was tied to the lab table at eight years old."
Cynical attack on the surface × Iceberg abstinence attack, but in fact crazy criticism of beautiful women × Gentle tyrant attack
One is secretly pampering with a cold face, while the other is protecting her with a smile.
Xu Linyue Gong vs. Ji Linshou, both of them are beautiful in their prime.
Purpose: To march forward for justice