Her Narrative Style

Qingchuan Middle School is not peaceful recently. Several former popular students had accidents one after another, and the scene was as clean as one helpless accident after another. When people are in panic, Jiang Yeyin, a transfer student who is so quiet and almost transparent, can always bring out the truth that everyone ignores from the most inconspicuous corner. Slight differences in rust on the edge of a broken railing. There is a faint fingerprint on the allergen bottle. Unnatural wear angles on training equipment bolts. There is also the almost imperceptible habit of pausing between the handwriting of the suicide note. She said it was obvious. Therefore, Jiang Yeyin, a broken beauty, a genius detective, an orphan who chases the murderer for her sister, uses her unique way to narrate every tragedy. She pieced together the scattered fragments into a logical diagram, and calmly pointed out the reasonable ending amidst the sudden exclamations of everyone. Everyone was immersed in her exquisite reasoning. Including the keen but always late detective Shen Sinian, the classmates who regarded her as a god, and the librarian Lu Zhiwei who always followed quietly behind her and recorded everything in a notebook.