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In the concrete jungle, the truth is often buried under the dust of life. I am Lu Shen, a private detective, and my job is to clear away the dust, whether it comes from family discord, workplace strife, or outright sin. From investigating a rebellious teenager who disappeared mysteriously, to unraveling a carefully disguised wife-killing scam; from tracking the driving force behind online violence, to uncovering medical shady stories that have been dusty for many years... I wandered around every corner of the city, relying on keen observation, intricate connections, and a few necessary means to solve "difficult and complicated diseases" that the police had no time to pay attention to or that the parties involved kept secret.

When the mirror in the practice room reflected falling cherry blossoms for the fifth time, Lin Xia finally held the gold-plated microphone. On that rainy day in 2019 that smelled of kimchi, a Chinese teenager posted EXO posters on the moldy wall of the basement. He never thought that five years later he would be standing in the artist elevator on the top floor of SM, breathing the same air as the figure he once looked up to. In the spring of 2024, the empty seats left by the original members' withdrawal from the team turned into a Shura field with a 98% elimination rate - the torn sheet music by the vocal instructor floated like snow, the soaked blood stains on the wooden floor of the dance studio turned into salt frost, and a cold question came from behind the one-way mirror in the psychological testing room: "Can you bear the hatred of millions of people?" The yellowed training clothes from the locker in the locker room , to the ninth extra step in the re-choreography of "CALLMEBABY", Lin Xia understood the true medal of the idol in the neon lights in the city: the earrings thrown by Wu Shixun concealed the temptations of his predecessors, the unfinished melody on Zhang Yixing's piano keys required a duo, and the ice American style handed over by Bian Baekhyun late at night, the bottom of the cup held the termination agreement that he failed to send. This is a story about how the "latecomers" used sweat and starlight to weave the crown on the tip of the knife. When the ribbon for an encore in the singing show falls, the teenagers will finally understand that those years of gritting their teeth and carving each other's names into their bones and blood are the truest rules of survival in the entertainment industry.