Jiang Yan is an antiques appraiser who can see the “final words” of the dead. His ability won’t make him rich or turn him into a superhero. Instead, it brings endless boredom and trouble, like learning in advance that his landlord will die of rage after hiding money from his wife, or that the last thing the dog next door said was, “That bone was delicious.”
He thought he would spend his life making sarcastic remarks and sorting through the belongings of the deceased, until he took on an “ordinary” job: clearing out the apartment of a professor who had died alone of a sudden heart attack.
The moment Jiang Yan steps into the apartment, with its strange antique clock, the final words he sees are a chilling warning: “Don’t touch that clock. It’s watching…”
A heart attack? That doesn’t sound like something a heart attack victim would say.
With those eerie “final words,” a crack opens in ordinary city life. Mysterious equations, missing heirs, organizations watching from the shadows… Jiang Yan is forced to go from a worker who just wants to clock out on time to a riddle-solver repeatedly dancing on the edge of death. His only weapons are the words left hanging in the air, sometimes absurd, sometimes sorrowful, sometimes terrifying: the final words.
