Under the Holy Blood

When the third corpse was kneeling on the altar of the church, Jin Lin was kicking aside the cordon and scolding "pretending to be a ghost," but he saw Ji Bai squatting next to the corpse. This man used tweezers to pick up the red soil from the soles of the deceased's shoes. His fingertips rubbed the dazzling red. When he raised his head, his eyelashes were still stained with church ashes: "Captain Jin," his voice was as soft as a confession, "this soil has no blue ocean." The infinity symbol on the deceased's palm was still bleeding, and the hem of Ji Bai's white shirt was stained with the same mud as the scene of the old crime three years ago. The shadowless lamp next to the autopsy table was dazzling, and Jin Lin stiffened while holding the yellowed childhood photo in the deceased's arms - the corners of the photo were frayed, and it was the one he had hung on his schoolbag when he was a child. Ji Bai unscrewed the wet wipes behind him and rubbed the red soil on his fingertips on the buttons of his police uniform. He didn't wipe it off and just asked in a low voice, "What a coincidence? Or is someone deliberately trying to make us recognize him?" There was a draft in the archives room on a rainy night. He blocked Ji Bai in front of the filing cabinet and held Ji Bai's wrist where he was checking old cases and asked him. His knuckles turned white from the force. The other party didn't hide. The rainwater dripped into his collar along his jawline, and his eyelashes were wet: "Find it out, so that we can give an explanation to the dead... And the living." His gripped hands didn't know when to let go. The moment the gun rang out, Jin Lin rushed over faster than he could think. When his shoulder was bleeding, he was still smiling: "Standing like crazy? Catch the murderer." However, Ji Bai suddenly grabbed him by the back and dragged him to the police car. The other party's hands were shaking, but his voice was firm: "If you move again, I will cuff you." No one knew that Ji Bai always clicked on his phone at 23:17 - that was the time when his sister stopped on the autopsy table. No one knew that he was approaching Jin Lin because he wanted to seize the old accounts of the Jin family and smash the "hero's" memorial to pieces. But he didn't expect that Jin Lin would warm the hot cocoa on the radiator when he stayed up late to investigate the case, and there were still indelible fingerprints on the rim of the cup; he didn't expect that when the man blocked the gun, the panic in his eyes was worse than when he himself was shot; and he didn't expect that when Jin Lin handed over the police badge, he would swallow "I want to leave" into "... Let's make a deal first, and I'll have hot cocoa every day." The red soil still hides unexplored dirt, but when Ji Bai looked at Jin Lin's hand pouring milk into his coffee cup, he suddenly felt that there were some debts to be collected, and some people had to hold their breath and wait. [Pragmatic police force tough guy, verbally dissatisfied with physical integrity, cub-protecting maniac attack VS rational trauma profiler, cold on the outside and warm on the inside, contrasting beauty] Intention: Crime is hidden in the dark, light is in the files