Silent Scene

At four o'clock in the morning, in Room 402, Unit 3, Shuguangli Old Community, a man died in his home. The door lock is in good condition with no prying marks. There were no fingerprints, no murder weapon, and no witnesses. The only clue was a shopping receipt: Hongtashan, Erguotou, ham sausage, lighter - the deceased bought it seven minutes before his death. Li Jian, who was newly transferred to the first serious crime team, had worked as a technician for six years, and it was his instinct to see the scene. But he didn't expect that the first case would drag him into an invisible crack. Two thousand dollars in cash was missing from the deceased's wallet. The bedside table drawer had been opened. The electronic clock stopped at eight forty-seven. The neighbor downstairs said that at around 7:30 that night, a man in a black hat walked out of the corridor and never came back. Li Jian chased this line and ran forward, to a construction site in the east of the city, to the old archives room of the Second Provincial Prison, and to a name that he couldn't get around - the same person appeared in the case file of his father's "accidental fall from a building" six years ago.