[Use the knife as a pen and the corpse as a witness to cut through the fog of the world]
When forensic doctor Shen Wanqing's scalpel encounters a mystery, every inch of texture hides the code of the truth.
The broken branches of the peony garden in Luoyang are stained with dark red blood, the incense table of the Bao Gong Temple in Kaifeng has traces of false spirits, the silk threads of the embroidery workshop in Suzhou are entangled with unresolved worries, the green lamps of the ancient temples in the capital cannot illuminate the old poisonous conspiracy... She travels across the mountains and rivers, discerning traces of evil in the dead leaves, searching for the mysterious shadow in the fragrance of ink, testing poison with a silver needle, recording the heart with a pen and paper, and letting the silent evidence speak.
Together with Mu Chao, who walked side by side, they had seen the innocent souls under the weeping dew of peonies, heard the mourning in the fragrance of ink in the academy, smelled the obsession in the blue of the dyeing workshop, and touched the hot blood under the dust of the old scrolls. There is no fantasy or magic, only meticulous observation and razor-sharp reasoning; there are no earth-shattering powers, only the persistence of the truth and the persistence of justice.
Every case is a testing ground for human nature, and every body tells an unfinished story. When sins are hidden under flowers, hidden in scriptures, and wrapped in brocade, she uses the eyes of a forensic doctor to break through the layers of disguise, clear the wrongs, and restore justice.
This is a journey of chasing a murderer through all the fireworks in the world, and it is also a long song about good and evil - where the sword falls, the fog gradually dissipates; deep in the heart, there is a sunny day.
[Every case is a mirror that reflects the good and evil of human nature.
