Jingzhou, the cold morgue.
In the Qilian Mountains, an old farmer whose face was carved with the ravines of the Loess Plateau stared with his cloudy eyes at the once familiar but now unfamiliar and distorted face in the freezer - his son, Qi Tongwei.
"Tongwei... My son..." He made a whooshing sound in his throat, like an injured old cow. He wanted to know how his son, who had been strong since he was a child and vowed to make the family live a good life, became a corrupt official who others said would "shoot himself with a bullet"? He doesn't believe it! He wants the truth!
