My name is Chen Yan. I’m thirty-four, a former criminal profiler who now makes a living running a secondhand bookstore. Three years ago, a wrongful case led to an online backlash that drove me into seclusion. Every day, I wipe my fingers clean, lock the door, and turn away customers.
A bloodstained diary shattered my peace. Touching evidence lets me “empathize” with the victim’s final memories and experience the crime scene firsthand. The price is a splitting headache and a reality that grows hazier by the day.
A missing college student case conceals a web of sex and power, and the killer leaves a white rose as a taunt: “You’re chasing an obsession.”
I use memory as a blade to solve cases in reverse. Every chapter brings a high-stakes case, explosive logic, and one twist after another. When my visions reveal the true face of the executioner, could it really be the boy who supposedly “died by suicide” all those years ago?
The truth is hidden in the folds beyond the reach of the law. This time, I’ll be neither an executioner nor a coward.
On the night I burned the diary, another murder took place in a northern town. A slip of paper fluttered to the ground: “You know how it happened.”
It is written very carefully, the story structure is clear, and it feels very interesting to read.