Chen Mo, a makeup artist at a funeral home, has touched thousands of corpses with his fingertips and never lies.
Until that day, he touched the brow of a gray female corpse——
Suddenly, everything went dark, and a bloody scene emerged:
A dark cabin, an old sewing machine, broken Buddhist beads, and a shrill "Senior Sister"...
The female corpse was a tailor, a Buddhist practitioner, and died of strangulation.
The murderer was the "senior sister" she called out.
But when Chen Mo lifted the white cloth, his fingertips touched the strangulation marks on the female corpse's neck again.
The tiny shavings between the fingernails and the fibers between the fingers automatically formed a portrait of the murderer in his eyes.
Forty years old, with short hair, long and thin face, and Buddha beads around his body.
What's even more terrifying is——
There was a man who found the cabin after the murder.
He asked a woman named "Zhao Xiulian":
"Do you know Chen Mo?"
Chen Mo, this is my real name.
A name that has disappeared for twenty years and should never be mentioned again.
From then on, the person looking for me was hidden in the truth of every corpse.
