On the seventh anniversary of his wife's death, Deputy Director Lin Shen seeks to atone to her, only to encounter Su Wan in an old bookstore. She can draw crime scenes, and not only does she accurately describe details that were never made public, her sketches perfectly match long-sealed cases. The number “47” spreads like a curse: a 47-second death recording, a code made of 47 tiles, and 47 sunflowers as a metaphor draw a police officer, a prophet, a writer, and a psychiatrist into a vortex.
Su Wan's dreams foretell death, a writer's serial novel spills over into reality, a psychiatrist's memory implantation technique conceals a conspiracy, and a child's prophetic drawings point straight to the truth. A fund for unsolved cases emerges, while undercover agents, altered memories, and a twin mystery bring one reversal after another. Everyone struggles between “being controlled by memories” and “becoming their own witness.”
When memory becomes a weapon and identity a pawn, is the so-called “perfect witness” a guardian of the truth or a prisoner of fate? This tangled mystery spanning twenty years will finally reveal the ultimate answer about memory, guilt, and redemption at the forty-seventh turning point.
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