At three o'clock in the morning in the forensic center, under the cold light of the shadowless lamp, Yi Ze's tweezers were holding a strand of hair - it was just taken out from the stomach of the "drowned" deceased. The seawater salt crystals at the root of the hair were completely different from the fresh water in the river where the body was dumped.
As the youngest forensic examiner in the city, Yi Ze's eyes are comparable to precision instruments: he can estimate the time of death from the thickness of the senile ring in the corpse's cornea, restore the murder weapon from the shape of the bone cracks, and identify the suspect from the fiber residue in the fingernails... Like "Charlotte," he weaves a web with details to make the cold corpse "speak."
But no one knew that in the forensic doctor's drawer, there was a silver bracelet from ten years ago. When the clues of the serial murders gradually point to his sister's "accident", Yi Ze must struggle between professional rationality and personal obsession - are the "testimonies" of the corpses the key to solving the case, or the bait leading to the abyss?
