My name is Lin Ying, an undertaker at a funeral home. When I was ten years old, there was a car accident. I touched my grandmother's cold hand, and from then on I could read the emotion of the deceased. This skill made me the best at "face shaping" in the city, and also made me a monster in the eyes of others - the time I told the truth, I got a medical certificate and three months in the ward.
Him
Gu Yuan, the detective, was the only boy who stood in front of me ten years ago. He came to me with a closed case of a bride falling from a building: "There is something missing in this case." "What?" "The truth."
What I read is always just direction, not evidence. So I can only guide him, and arresting people depends on his chain of evidence. This is our agreement and my only shackles.
Truth
The murderer of the Bride Case left a message before he was arrested: Someone taught me.
Following this line, we uncovered all the suicides and accidents that occurred "too quickly" in the past ten years. In the corner of every file, there is a mark - a scale with one end heavy and the other upturned.
There is a person standing on the other side of the scale.
I guessed wrong, no one was there to help me.
I guessed it right - I might be the first one to die.
