Abyss Staring

On an abandoned Ferris wheel, the body of a young woman was placed in a sitting position, with a white camellia sewn on her right cheek. The stitching is shoddy and the hands of the person sewing the flowers are shaking. Li Buyan squatted in front of the corpse, his pupils slightly out of focus. In his brain, those scattered traces were automatically reorganizing, including the direction of the blood stains, the folds of clothing, and the barely visible scratches on the armrests of the carriage. These fragments are pushed up the same countercurrent of time, back to the moment when the crime occurred. It's not a superpower, it's the way his brain works. When everyone thought they had caught the murderer, Li Buyan read a suffocating truth from the dense stitches. The person sewing flowers did not enjoy killing, he was afraid. It was not the law that he was afraid of, but the man who taught him how to sew flowers. Crime can be taught. Evil can be corrected. And the person grading in the dark is preparing more difficult topics for the next student. "You're close. But still three steps away."