Yin Shaving

Grandpa was dead, but his mouth wouldn't close. His grin stretched from ear to ear, his chin pressed against his chest, and a line had been carved into his tongue: “I didn't die of illness.” My name is Chen Du, and I'm a barber. Grandpa said that shaving the dead let you see the last thing they saw before they died. The first stroke of my razor revealed the killer's face. From then on, the dead lined up to have me shave their heads. Behind every skull lay a truth someone had deliberately erased. And at the end of every clue was the “plague” that killed all 137 people in Qingxi Town in a single night, thirty years ago. They said it was a plague. Only the dead knew otherwise. This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.