The interrogation room was somewhat dim. Trist sat in the shadows, watching the man across from him.
The man had an utterly ordinary appearance, like a passerby one could see anywhere. No matter how many times you looked at him, you would never remember any of his features after a single glance. Countless passersby like him had drifted through people's lives and vanished with the wind. If Trist hadn't been sitting across this table, he was certain he would never have had any contact with this man.
This was the sort of man who had committed countless crimes. As far as the police knew, he had already killed six people.
And he hadn't merely killed them. He had also mutilated their corpses in various cruel ways, as though performing some kind of evil sacrificial ritual.
If not for the clues Lu Ban had provided, he probably would have escaped again this time.
After all, who would have thought that he would actually dare to steal another person's identity in broad daylight and swagger in and out of a crime scene?
According to the other employees of the agency, they had seen this man coming and going before, but no one had paid him any attention. They had simply assumed he was new. His detached social relationships had given him the opportunity to take advantage of them. He had even genuinely taken clients around and signed several home-rental contracts while disguised as a real estate agent.
Trist had never seen a criminal like this.
They had caught the criminal at the train station. At the time, he had just reached his seat and was helping the elderly man next to him lift his suitcase onto the luggage rack when railway police pinned him down. The old man beside them was left