For forensic pathologist Chen Mo, the world is a body that can be dissected, and every mystery can be solved with a scalpel.
He had precisely cut the “taboos” and “ghost stories” passed down through his family out of his life, like useless appendixes.
Until one day, a corpse that should have been cold smiled at him eerily in the morgue.
The edifice of reason he had built collapsed then and there.
The reflection in the mirror was imitating someone else; a phone that never stopped ringing carried the breathing of someone from hell; the last bus, devouring its passengers, prowled through the city’s veins…
When the defenses of science were torn apart completely, the ancient relic he had considered a disgrace to his family opened to its first page before his eyes, all by itself…
