Forensic Taboos: The Corpse-Stitching Files

A new chief forensic pathologist has joined the criminal investigation team of the Binhai City Public Security Bureau: Jiang Ning. His skin is pale as paper. He wears black gloves year-round and carries a vintage leather case that never leaves his side.

No one on the force knows that by day, he is a top forensic pathologist who wields a scalpel and makes the dead speak; after nightfall, he dons bone needles and silk thread, becoming the last “corpse stitcher” in the world.

A pregnant woman in a red coffin on a stormy night, a Peking opera diva who has been skinned, a grotesque human-faced growth sprouting from someone's belly, a young boy and girl sealed inside a concrete pillar...

Behind each bizarre case, is it desire at work, or the revival of ancient dark arts?

Detective Captain Huo Yan, a cigarette dangling from his lips, kicks open the autopsy room door. “Jiang Ning, quit your spooky mumbo jumbo and give me a straight answer. Who's the killer?” Jiang Ning calmly removes his bloodstained gloves, adjusts his gold-rimmed glasses, and points at the chunks of flesh on the autopsy table. “The killer isn't human. Also, Captain Huo, get that thing behind you to leave. It's distracting me while I stitch.”