This Key Is Named Shen

He coughed up a bronze feather from his lungs and was involved in a murderous murder that spanned thirty years. The murderer was his father's accountant, the accomplice was his master's benefactor, and the serial killer who had been waiting in the dark with a lamp for thirteen years was his biological brother from the same mother. "Brother, come home with me." The only female reporter who dared to track down the truth measured the curvature of the corner of his mouth with half a hair's length. On the day the case was solved, he said he would treat her to hot dry noodles. "I wrote it down," she said.