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The thing that Lin Chen regretted most in his life was buying a cup of coffee on the street corner that morning. He never imagined that a twelve-dollar latte would lead him to bump into a dead body. He never thought that there was a name buried under the pillow of the corpse - his own name. The deceased, Chen Yuanzhou, was stabbed cleanly on his neck. The murderer did not leave after the murder. He sat on the edge of the bed and smoked three cigarettes before disappearing into the corridor. Lin Chen thought this was just a coincidence. Until he discovered that Chen Yuanzhou's partner Liu Kai fell off a bridge and died a month ago, with old injuries on his wrists from being repeatedly tied up. Until he found a black notebook recording his daily movements - what time he went out, who he met, what he said, stroke by stroke, as if writing a countdown to his death. Until he received a text message from his own mobile phone number - six words: "Next, it's your turn." The body that was supposed to belong to Liu Kai on the forensic autopsy table was slowly opening its eyes.