Putting on the costume, I am Su Fuxue who interprets the joys and sorrows of the world; taking off the costume, I am the living Yama who explores the ghosts in people's hearts.
The senior sister was hanged on the platform on the eve of the "Jinghong Banquet", and the government forbade her to commit suicide. But I know that she was so proud, how could she hang herself?
They did the autopsy, and I "appreciated" the performance - from the old leader's trembling beard, to the luthier's confused notes, to the envious and jealous eyes of the junior sisters, every subtle expression was a poor performance.
Shen Gunan, the cold-faced bastard who only believed in corpses, said I was fooling around.
I imitated the deceased's handwriting to let him witness with his own eyes what "hiding the truth from the truth" meant; I tried to figure out the murderer's words and deeds, letting him understand that the human heart is more difficult to understand than bones.
When corpses fell one after another on the stage, he finally handed me the scalpel: "Miss Su, for this play, I will examine the bones and you will cut the heart."
[Highlight of one sentence]: Other heroines rely on magic, but my heroine relies on acting!
Let's see how the sober-minded actress in the world transforms the stage into a courtroom and sings a great drama about arresting a murderer!
