Dyed in red color is someone's motionless body. That person's adulated chest rises up and down in a frantic manner. Gasps and pants for breath echoing in the surrounding. A puddle of blood pooling around Ryan's body, gushing out from the scarring wound on his neck.   He despised this color so much that he hated anything in red, including the food. Even his counselor couldn't help him in sorting out this matter. Once he saw the red color, he felt the urged to vomit, and his body started sweating profusely. However, he could not remember the reason why he despised this color.   You see, there's this one day, his soon-to-be girlfriend, Anna or something, wore a red, bright, and sexy knees length dress for their first date. Baffling, he involuntarily rejected her on the spot. She asked the rea

"Freeze! Dropped your weapon and put your hands above your head right now!" Ryan instantly dropped his knees on the ground and raised his hands as instructed. Amidst this chaos, something caught his attention. There's a bloodied knife dropped beside him. His eyes widen in shock. What is that thing? What the heck is this situation? Ryan blinked his eyes again, redeeming the absurd sight he saw just now. Did he kill someone? The first time he was being transmigrated, he had, unfortunately, had been branded as a murderer by the police? "Seize him!" The same voice instructed. Hasty footsteps approached him, and someone forced him to lay above the dirty ground with both of his hands twisted behind his back. Two police officers wearing casual clothes apprehended him. Ryan is still in a dumbfounded state. He surveyed his surroundings, and his sight falls into a bloody figure of a young woman not too far away from him. The woman's eyes look li

Ryan tapped his finger on the wooden desk. The rhythm of the finger tapping is slow when his thinking is in its optimum state. But, when he's thinking is in a disordered state, or when Ryan is in a stress condition, the tapping becomes faster and annoyingly loud.   This tic is one of Ryan's bad habits that he cannot stop even after his soul changes its body. From his face, people usually cannot guess what is the man is thinking. However, his close friend and his coworker can gouge how deeper his thought trailed on based on the tapping of his finger.   Ryan's face frown in a deep concentration. He stared at the pictures of some women that scattered on the wooden desk with great interest. You must be assuming in your heart that he is contemplating something vital and worth anyone's attention

MC: Han Ryan(28)   An honorable(self proclaim), and an outstanding police officer with the highest arrest rate in the country. He chased after a famous serial killer for ten years and almost caught him. In the end, he, unfortunately, was killed by the said killer. He is a very passionate man that loves his work( women come second after that).   Antagonist: Doctor Jackal/ J   A famous serial killer that killed many women and men in MC's original world. He still killed people even after bounded himself to a dark system. He is a cunning and sly villain and acted possessive towards his toy(the MC).   ML: Derrick Lee(27)   The team leader of Investigation Team 1 and a chief Inspecto

Grandier Hotel. Room 3448(VIP Suite).   Ryan looked at the trembling girl with an icy glare. He felt no pity for her, just repulsive contempt.   Zhang Mian tried to diminish her sense of presence in the hotel room. Her torn and tattered white dress is hanging pitifully on her exposed body. Ryan ignored her miserable crying. Since he knows the pompous girl deserved it, he didn't felt the need to appease and coax her.   "Father should know this matter," He indignantly said. "I think he's on the way here."   Zhang Mian choked on her sobbing.   "Older brother, please, no! Daddy will be angry and punish me severely for this!" She pleaded while in tears.   "So, what is wrong with that?" Ry