Many years ago, Liang Shangyan responded to a case involving the massacre of an entire family.
A family of five only the eldest son survived because he had gone to a tutoring class.
When he saw Xing Jia again, the boy had been rescued by the criminal investigation team from a traffickers’ vehicle.
Unlike the boy he remembered from years ago, Xing Jia was now covered in injuries, emaciated, and had little will to live in his eyes.
Relatives who were supposed to be his guardians were called to the police station. In front of the officers, they berated him harshly, yet he remained sitting there quietly.
Their eyes met, and Xing Jia walked toward Liang Shangyan.
Xing Jia: “I don’t want to go back with them. They hit me, scold me, and despise me.”
Liang Shangyan: “So?”
Xing Jia: “Take me in. I have money.”
Even Liang Shangyan himself couldn’t explain why he actually brought him home.
From then on, he would frequently receive “invitation calls” from Xing Jia’s school teachers.
After yet another trip to the school, Liang Shangyan finally snapped and pinned him against the wall:
“If you dare get into fights again, get out!”
Xing Jia: “You don’t want me anymore either?”
Liang Shangyan: …You messed up and still have the nerve to act pitiful?
With an innocent, delicate face, Xing Jia looked at him with the most pitiful expression imaginable.
Liang Shangyan couldn’t help but soften.
Sensing this, Xing Jia pushed his luck, reaching out for a hug:
“Ge, I was wrong. Don’t abandon me.”
Liang Shangyan instinctively tried to step back.
But Xing Jia noticed and grabbed him first, holding him tightly as if he wanted to crush him into himself. Yet his tone remained obedient:
“I’ll behave. Will you love me, okay?”
In a daze, Liang Shangyan recalled the boy from years ago on a stormy night, hugging a pillow and secretly wiping his tears outside his door.
But the price of softening his heart was that his territory was gradually taken over. He was even locked in a room and repeatedly tormented, marked as Xing Jia’s, to the point that he developed a reflexive reaction to the word “hug.”
What weak, innocent white flower? He was clearly a dark, obsessive, wolf-like madman.
Wen Ke is an online mystery novelist. Because his stories are too eerie, he has been harshly criticized even receiving threatening letters.
What people don’t know is that what he writes are real events.
He once witnessed a murder, but because he was too young at the time, no one believed him—not even his parents.
Only he knows that everything he said was true.
Back then, the police caught the wrong person.
Years later, he reveals the long-buried secret through his novels—never expecting that one day, his fictional plot would become reality.
The real killer has appeared and is killing using the same method.
If nothing unexpected happens, Wen Ke will also become one of the victims. The killer won’t let him go.
Because of the “identical” methods, Wen Ke becomes a key person of interest to the police.
Cheng Qing, captain of the Criminal Investigation Division of Yuanping City Public Security Bureau, is temporarily reassigned to Heping Street Police Station and becomes involved in investigating the “novel murder case.”
Cheng Qing thinks Wen Ke is a strange person—odd temper, odd personality, even an odd fashion sense.
Wen Ke, on the other hand, thinks Cheng Qing has something wrong with him—mentally!
From mutual dislike at first, as the investigation deepens, they begin to realize that the other isn’t entirely incompetent.
