Use pictures to get a glimpse of people's hearts, and use pen and ink to carry the souls of injustice. Every time I write, it is empathy with death, and every time I look back, it is the salvation of the soul.
The fateful encounter between the painter and the king of intelligence uses the memory of the deceased as ink to draw out the mystery of the unjust case; in the labyrinth of people's hearts, he uses empathy as the blade to expose the darkest account books of the dynasty. Finally, he holds his hand between light and shadow, paints the hearts of the world, and listens to the rumors from all over the world.
