My name is Chen Mo and I am an undertaker. I can hear the last memories of the deceased. That day, the police sent the body of a female college student with a broken face. The moment I touched her cheek, I heard her last scream: "He is the son of the school director, no one will believe me..." I mailed the evidence anonymously, and the doorbell rang quickly the next morning. Through the peephole, I saw the female reporter who received the message. She was holding a copy of the school newspaper acquitting the murderer, and behind her, stood two men in uniform...
