Whenever Lin Jianhe, a new hire at a funeral home, stitches up a corpse's wounds, he reads the deceased's memories from the final three minutes of their life. When he discovers the same set of aerospace coordinates flashing repeatedly across the retinas of the seventh “suicide” victim, a woman frozen in the depths of a cold-storage unit for twenty years suddenly opens her eyes. Her DNA perfectly matches his, yet her death date is listed as the very day he was born. At that moment, the captain of the criminal investigation team is pointing a gun at his temple. “The autopsy report you submitted three hours ago is written in exactly the same handwriting as my father, who died in the line of duty in 1997.”
