Seven years ago, I was a genius forensic doctor, but due to a major mistake, an innocent person died unjustly in prison.
His reputation was ruined overnight and he was thrown into jail.
Now out of prison, he has become the most humble "corpse collector" at crime scenes - specializing in cleaning up blood stains and evidence.
Until one day, I picked up the special lancet next to a female corpse.
My initials are engraved on the handle of the knife, which is the murder weapon that was lost seven years ago.
On the victim's computer screen, there was still an investigation report on the unjust case that year.
"I found you." The cold voice of the detective captain came from behind.
She was the one who put handcuffs on me with her own hands.
I clutched the blood-stained lancet tightly and laughed silently in the blood-filled room.
"Officer Lin, what a coincidence. It was you who stole that knife back then?"
