My name is Chen Mo, and I'm a mortician. I can hear the last memories of the dead. One day, the police brought in the body of a female college student whose face had been smashed beyond recognition. The moment I touched her cheek, I heard her final scream: “He's a school trustee's son. No one will believe me...” I sent the evidence anonymously. Early the next morning, the doorbell rang insistently. Through the peephole, I saw the female reporter who had received it. She was holding a school newspaper declaring the killer innocent, and behind her stood two men in uniform...
