阴雨绵绵的傍晚，警局里一片狼藉。报案人是附近夜宵摊的老板，张胖子，尖着嗓子吼了半天， drawn from every corner of the city, cadres and masses, all looking at the deceased, the young man with fair face had already been dead for a long time, his eyes wide open, looking at the sky in a daze, as if hoping to see something. The scene was so shocking that even the veteran officers present couldn't help but feel their scallops shiver. The victim's chest was torn open, as if something had torn him to shreds. The surrounding bloodstains were also strangely arranged, forming a pattern like some kind of text. The person who made the first move, a police officer in charge of the case, immediately called for backup, locking the door of the room where the case occurred. 同时，窗户上还残留着几道模糊的擦痕，像是有人从外面强行闯入，但仔细一看，这又是怎么回事？难道是死者自己擦的吗？现场没有发现任何有价值的线索，这让在场的人都不禁有些慌乱，毕竟，这已经是本月第五起恶性案件了，而这次的死者，还是一名年轻的警察。 老刑警李翔眉头紧锁，看着眼前的惨状，心中不禁叹了口气。作为警队的队长，他已经在警界摸爬滚打多年，什么样的场面没见过？但这次，这起案件却让他感到尤为棘手。