关于此有声读物
The rain hammered against the windows of the abandoned warehouse district like bullets from an angry sky. Detective Sarah Chen pulled her coat tighter as she stepped out of her unmarked patrol car, the neon glow from distant streetlights casting an eerie blue pallor across the wet asphalt. Three bodies had been found in the past week, each bearing the same mysterious mark carved into their foreheads—a symbol that seemed to dance between ancient mysticism and modern malice.
She wasn't alone in her investigation tonight. Somewhere in the shadows above, she knew he was watching. The vigilante the press had dubbed "The Masked Avenger" had been making headlines for months, leaving criminals bound and unconscious for police to find, always with evidence of their crimes neatly packaged alongside them. The department was split on whether he was a blessing or a curse.
Sarah had her own theory about his identity, though she'd never voiced it aloud. The timing of his appearance, the precise knowledge of ongoing investigations, the uncanny ability to be in exactly the right place at exactly the right moment—it all pointed to someone with inside access to police operations.
As she approached the latest crime scene, her radio crackled to life. "Chen, we've got movement on the north side of the building. Could be our perp returning to the scene."
She drew her service weapon and moved cautiously toward the indicated position. The warehouse loomed before her like a sleeping giant, its broken windows resembling dead eyes in the darkness. Each step echoed despite her careful movements, the sound seeming to bounce endlessly through the cavernous space between buildings.
