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A carnival, two corpses, four survivors, and a disappearing shadow. Haibei City Interpol Huang Min's vacation was interrupted by a phone call - Li Hao, the son of a wealthy businessman, died tragically in a luxury villa in Bailang Bay. The party scene was in a mess, the memories of the four survivors were fragmented, and the sixth person, Feng Mo, disappeared mysteriously. Everyone has secrets and everyone lies. Huang Min discovered that this party was far from a youthful carnival on the surface. The evidence speaks, but the body doesn't lie. "The real evidence is in my body." The youth weaved by lies will eventually be repaid with blood. The victim you thought may be the hunter.

A locked body, a missing wife, a pencil that has been sharpened for twenty years. In Room 1304 of Yongle Apartment, a bizarre murder broke the calm before the demolition - her husband Lin Guofu died in the locked bedroom, and the back of his head was smashed to pieces. The perfect secret room, the perfect suspect, the perfect alibi. Huang Min, the criminal investigation captain, stood in front of the door that was broken open by the cutting machine. The metal door latch was locked tightly from the inside, the windows were tightly closed, and there was no trace of the murderer leaving. The only clue was a dozen sharpened pencils on the desk, as sharp as knives. Everyone in this building has a reason to kill him. An alcoholic and domestically violent husband, a wife who is as silent as a ghost, a daughter who is like a genius girl; a neighbor downstairs who owes gambling debts, and Aunt Zhang who likes to gossip... When the second body rolled down the stairs, Huang Min discovered that all the suspects were wearing masks of "perfect victims", and the truth is like that pencil that has been sharpened repeatedly - the sharper, the easier it is to break.

Crosstalk master Liu Yifei died in a locked backstage with a prop dagger stuck in his chest. All evidence points to a left-handed murderer, but the truth is far stranger than that. "In our industry, there is a kind of job called 'death" - to use one's own death to complete the final burden." The left-handed apprentice who was expelled from the master's school, the mysterious ex-wife who has guarded the garden for twenty years, the young partner who is addicted to live broadcasts, the garden manager with gambling debts, and the old supporter who always says "it's better to die"... Everyone is a person in the play, and every word may be a burden. When the police lifted the layers of disguise, they discovered that the director of this death show had already written everyone into the script.