Autopsies Reveal the Heart: I’m a Forensic Doctor in the Tang Dynasty

I transmigrated into the Tang dynasty as a traitor. Ninety-nine corpses bear witness, and a blade is at my throat.

If I don’t solve the case before noon, I’ll be the hundredth corpse.

Poisoned needles, secret letters, copper coins... Every piece of evidence points to me.

Worse still, wedged between the teeth of the ninety-ninth corpse is one of my modern hairs.

The murderer laid this deadly trap before I transmigrated.

To stay alive, I burn my hand to prove my resolve and gouge out my eyes to guard my heart:

I read murderers by touch, trace poison needles to their source, and perform autopsies blind...

But the Black Lotus Cult’s sleeper agents have already infiltrated the barracks, and a deadly secret letter has even been planted inside my body.

On the night the truth is revealed, the real culprit, Helian Canyue, grins as he writes the character “Mo” backward in blood:

“The hundredth corpse will be you.”

Twenty years later, I write my own autopsy report with my own hands.

Yet a thousand years later, an archaeological team unearths a skeleton with a deformed finger bone beneath the ruins.

On the autopsy report, the name of the third examiner is still blank.

Guard the nation through autopsies, pass the truth from heart to heart.

This scheme spanning a thousand years is waiting for you to crack it.