Detective Twins

Three years ago, a fire burned to death Chen Yuan's wife Wen Jing. The DNA was confirmed, the case was closed, and the ashes were placed in the cemetery. He resigned from his position as a criminal police officer, left Jiangcheng, and lived like a walking corpse. Until this afternoon, an email was sent to Wen Jing's mailbox, with only seven words - "Save me, I'm still alive." Attached to the email was a photo: a hooded figure tied to a chair, whose figure was exactly the same as Wen Jing's. Almost at the same time, his ex-partner called: a white skeleton was dug up in the demolition area of ​​the western suburbs, and the old fracture marks on his left arm matched Wen Jing's medical records perfectly. Ashes in the cemetery, bones in the wilderness, letters of distress on the screen. A dead person cannot exist in three places at the same time. Chen Yuan returned to Jiangcheng overnight, only to find that the case files from three years ago had been repeatedly retrieved in his name, and the key evidence numbers were mysteriously missing. The last piece of information from Wen Jing's investigation during her lifetime pointed to a piece of gray land in the western suburbs worth more than one billion. The deeper the investigation, the impostor hiding in the dark seemed to know every step of his step. The countdown in the email continues. The tied man in the photo is losing his posture little by little. When the first crack in the truth was pried open, Chen Yuan had to face a question more cruel than death - who died in the fire three years ago? And what is it that is sending out a distress signal now?