He seems stupid, but he can determine the identity of the murderer from the heat of a bowl of biscuits; he always brings snacks, but he is particularly sensitive to every scent of jasmine; he came to apply for a job as a police officer in Dali Temple, but he knows all about the old cases from twenty years ago.
When a weird smile appears on the face of the female corpse on the city wall, and when the mysterious soul-inducing incense fills the capital, a mystery about soul, memory and family love is quietly unfolding under the moonlight.
And deep in that ancient well, a truth that can subvert everyone's knowledge is waiting to be revealed.
