Introduction to the work
24-year-old Lin Wan is the top facial restorer at the "Guining" funeral parlor. By brushing the cold skin of the deceased with her fingertips, she can glimpse the memory fragments of the 7 seconds before his death, but at the cost of a tearing headache and immersive empathy for death. Five years ago, her sister mysteriously "committed suicide" and her body was hastily cremated, leaving her with only a dazzling white light and a vague sigh. This unresolved regret became her only obsession to take root in the funeral home and face death.
When the hand wearing a ring with a snake wrapped around a dead branch appeared in the drowned girl's last memory, the anonymous report accidentally pushed her into the sight of Chen Mo, the deputy captain of the criminal investigation, and also involved her in an elaborate death mystery. A series of "suicide" cases were staged one after another. A ruthless criminal code-named "The Collector" specialized in covering up the truth of murders with perfect methods, but his traces repeatedly ran into Lin Wan's "eyes of hell."
From the mystery of the sudden death of a corrupt official to the password of a missing child's body, Lin Wan uses the memory of the deceased as a blade to walk on the edge of black and white, fighting against the side effects of her own abilities while piecing together the truth about her sister's death. The academic protection of the forensic doctor, the mysterious guidance of the curator, and the trust of the criminal police prevented her from sinking when staring into the abyss. And when the secrets of the "Bana Flower" psychological counseling center surfaced, and when the ritual killings of the "Organizer" gradually became clear, she finally understood that what she was pursuing was not only the truth of an old case, but also the protection of the dignity of life and the ultimate resistance to darkness.
Repairing the face of the deceased and salvaging the memory of death, in the cold death narrative, Lin Wan will finally clear away the fog, let the silent deceased speak, and let justice prevail.
