Chen Buyu, a fortune teller who abides by the rule of "three hexagrams a day, one hexagram a thousand gold", watches the world of mortals with cold eyes, but is forced to get involved in a bloody storm because of a special visitor. The serial killer sat across from him and spread his palms - the bloody lines were winding towards Chen Buyu's own door.
The police regarded him as a suspect, and the murderer regarded him as a variable. Chen Buyu had to struggle between the iron-clad logic of criminal investigation and the violent obsession with killing. He relied on his profound knowledge of numerology and metaphysics to spy on the secrets of heaven, at the cost of his own backlash and becoming increasingly trapped in the quagmire of cause and effect.
This is not a simple story about chasing a murderer, but a cold game about fate, crime, punishment and cause and effect. When the bell rings on Judgment Day, everyone must face the fate written by their own hands. Is there any truth beyond the truth? Beyond the ending, is it the beginning?
