"The file says you accidentally killed someone, and you feel deeply guilty about it, is that right?"
In the office, Jiang Ran sat in his chair with his back to the neon-lit night outside the window. He poured the person across from him a cup of tea and asked with a smile, his voice soft.
The person sat in the chair opposite him. He was a young man who looked to be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight.
He wore a gray jacket, his fingers twisting tightly together.
At the question, he nodded hard, his face full of guilt. His voice was low.
"Yes. He was surrounded by monsters at the time. I was trying to save him, but..."
His Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice trembled a little.
"He was standing too close to the monster. When I fired, the bullet went through the monster's neck and hit him."
After he finished speaking, the man slowly lowered his head and clutched it in both hands. His shoulders trembled slightly, and he looked deeply remorseful and miserable.
The office fell silent for a few seconds.
Jiang Ran watched him without speaking right away.
Instead, he leisurely picked up the teacup before him, gently blew on the steam rising from the surface, and took a sip.
The warm vapor drifted before his eyes.
Through the hazy veil of steam, Jiang Ran calmly watched the man across from him, head bowed.
Through the lens of Psychological Profiling...
The head the man had lowered was repenting.
But the head tilted back behind it was laughing. His shoulders shook violently as he stifled his laughter, and his lips moved silently, as if repeating a certain word.
Jiang Ran read his lips.
"Thrilling..."
"Unqualified."
After the man left, Jiang Ran took his file from the drawer and