"Counsellor Yan, there is blood on the second button of your shirt."
"It's lipstick, your color number." He held her hand, "Can Miss Si see it now?"
Si Mo knew that she was abnormal since she was a child - she could see the color of death. Or maybe she can see not only death, but also the scarlet threads strung on the stage at the book signing, the indelible color of betrayal on the heart-piercing rose stems, the dark truth spreading deep into the green mountains... And the dazzling cinnabar blooming on the hem of my aunt's skirt when she was dragged away on that rainy night in her memory.
"Cooperate," he chased her, looking into her slightly unfocused eyes, "You use your eyes to help me see through the truth of that year, and I will help you find the murderer of the kidnapping case."
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"What you predicted was not the future, but the script he designed." Yan Qingguang's trembling fingertips stroked her eyes that had lost color vision, "From the moment we met, everything was carefully designed by him."
"Since the first case, we have been his muses."
When the ability to predict disappeared, the real murderer lurked and pursued, the symbiosis of love and resentment, the intertwining of art and crime, he held her face in the rainstorm: "Now it's my turn."
"I will lend you my eyes to see the truth clearly."
Fake gentleness, really disgusting stupidity, hot on the outside but cold on the inside, crazy criticizing consultant × pseudo-cold, paranoid, sweetheart, third-rate writer
HE The young couple on the road of confrontation went from using each other to "you are the only color in my black and white world"
Color Prediction × Criminal Psychology Dual Perspectives to Solve Cases
Intention: There will be light in the end