Japanese black and white manga style, the scene is set in a dimly lit dilapidated shack at night, the surrounding environment is dilapidated, the walls are covered with peeling paint and cracks, the floor is scattered with dust and debris, the windows are broken and the curtains are worn out, letting in a faint cold light. The only furniture in the room is a worn-out sofa covered in stains and wear, next to a small wooden table with a dim lamp on it, emitting a weak yellow light that illuminates a small area around it, creating a strong contrast between light and dark. The air is permeated with a damp and musty smell, the overall color tone is inclined towards dark yellow and deep gray, highlighting the dilapidation and oppression of the environment. The protagonist is an exhausted detective, he is slumped on the dilapidated sofa, his body completely relaxed but exuding extreme fatigue. He is wearing a crumpled dark overcoat, the collar is casually open, the white shirt collar underneath is loose, revealing traces of sweat, the sleeves are rolled up, exposing his arms covered in scratches. His pants are black trousers, the hem is stained with mud, and he is wearing a pair of heavily worn leather shoes, carelessly placed on the floor. His hair is disheveled, a few strands hanging over his forehead, his face is full of weariness, unshaven, with deep dark circles under his eyes, his gaze is empty and tired, revealing the traces of long hours of intense work. His posture is lifeless, his body deeply sunken into the sofa, his legs casually stretched out, his hands hanging limply at his sides, one hand still gripping a crumpled file or notebook, the other possibly resting on his forehead, as if shielding the weak light or concealing his inner fatigue. His head is slightly tilted back, resting on the back of the sofa, his mouth tightly closed, his brow slightly furrowed, revealing a state of physical and mental exhaustion. The dim yellow light of the lamp shines down from the side, casting deep shadows on his face, accentuating the contours of his eye sockets and cheekbones, the cold light filtering through the dilapidated walls and windows further enhancing the atmosphere of loneliness and oppression. The shooting angle is chosen from a slightly downward-facing perspective in front of the sofa, the lens capturing his overall posture as he sits slumped, focusing on his fatigued figure, the file in his hands, and his vacant gaze, with the blurred dilapidated walls and dim lighting in the background, emphasizing his loneliness and fatigue. Another set of shots can be taken from the side at close range, focusing on his profile and tilted head, the lighting sculpting deep shadows on his face, the background blurred into the dim environment of the dilapidated house and the broken curtains, the overall atmosphere filled with a sense of weariness and helplessness, as if he has been completely overwhelmed by the long investigation and pressure.