Forensic Taboo: Autopsy Archives

The Binhai Municipal Bureau's Criminal Investigation Team has a new forensic section chief, Jiang Ning. His skin is as white as paper, he wears black gloves all year round, and he carries a vintage leather suitcase that he never leaves. No one in the police force knew that during the day, he was a top forensic doctor holding a lancet and making corpses talk; at night, he changed into bone needles and silk and became the last one in the world - "the corpse stitcher". A pregnant woman in a red coffin on a rainy night, a famous Peking Opera actress who was skinned, a strange facial sore growing in her belly, a boy and girl sealed in a concrete pillar... Behind the bizarre cases, is desire at work, or is it the resurgence of ancient magic? The criminal investigation team leader Huo Ran held a cigarette in his mouth and kicked open the door of the autopsy room: "Jiang Ning, don't be so nagging, give me a human word, who is the murderer?" Jiang Ning slowly took off his blood-stained gloves, pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, and pointed at the minced meat on the autopsy table: "The murderer is not a human. And, Captain Huo, get rid of that thing behind you, it made me get stitches."