Infinite Cycle, I Got Angry and Reversed the Fate of Reincarnation

The feeling of the knife blade entering the throat, the sharp pain of the poisonous wine burning through the organs, the muffled sound of the bowstring shattering the heart... Every death is as clear as a moment, and every time I open my eyes, the smell of ambergris is so rich that it is almost sweet. Outside the window is the first snow, there are files on the case, and there is a dead end in front of me. He couldn't escape. Unless, he can find the person hiding in the snowy night. The one who, like him, can hear the flow of time!