No Autumn Wind

In a small town in the west, multiple murders occurred one after another. Lao Chi frowned, and the young apprentice beside him was investigating the scene. Both the victim and the murderer died at the scene, and the witnesses and physical evidence were all there. It seemed that the conclusion could be easily drawn. Until the forensic doctor died tragically in a forgotten grave, scenes of the past invaded like a mountain collapse. There is no autumn wind, and the fallen leaves are already covering the ground. Look carefully, the patches are red like blood...