Hello, Detective

The scent of gunpowder lingered in the air—a war had just ended. Standing in the wind was a woman whose black mask could not conceal her delicate beauty. Beneath the blazing sun, she stood out starkly, while the corpses strewn behind her hinted at the ferocity of the battle just past.

“Useless rabble.” She held a spotless silk handkerchief, wiping her hands as she spoke with disdain, not even bothering to look up. Having grown accustomed to the smell of blood, she found it almost pleasing.

Just as she was about to turn and leave, a sudden gale whipped through the air—more people had arrived. Was this the theme music for an expert’s entrance, or merely the mischief of the wind’s spirits? The scent was familiar. So, the newcomer was someone she knew.

“Yin, you have to let go. How many innocent people have you killed?” The newcomer was also a woman, her presence brimming with murderous rage and a sorrowful tenderness in her eyes. She didn’t know whether to grieve for the corpses strewn across the ground or for the woman standing before her—perhaps both.

“Innocent?” The chill in Yin’s expression deepened instantly, her hand clenching into a tight fist. How many truly innocent people were there in this world?

Yin was the world’s top assassin, working solely for money. After countless killings, numbness had crept in. If you asked whether she ever regretted it, she might have answered that perhaps she once did. So she set herself a rule: never regret the lives she took, and never kill the same person twice.

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