In the summer when he turned eighteen, Lin Shen stood at the door of the funeral home for forty-seven minutes.
He submitted his application for the college entrance examination majoring in forensic science. No one knows that behind this choice is the unsolved murder case thirteen years ago - his father, an ordinary auxiliary police officer, was killed during a police dispatch, and the murderer is still at large. The forensic examination at that time was hasty, and my father's body was not even truly dissected.
"Forensic doctors are people who can make the dead speak." Lin Shen walked into the Medical University with these words.
From the trembling hands when holding the scalpel for the first time, to discovering details ignored by everyone at the crime scene; from the "child" who was despised by the criminal police captain, to "Teacher Lin" who used his professional ability to overturn wrong conclusions time and time again. He has dealt with unknown floating corpses, investigated murder cases, calculated the time of death from maggots, and identified the real murderer in trace fibers.
But he never forgot where his end point was.
When a new case quietly overlapped with his father's old case, and when the physical evidence that had been in the dust for thirteen years was reopened, Lin Shen finally stood in front of the person - the person who had made him wait for twenty-one years.
Speak for the dead and speak for the rights of the living.
This is a counterattack path that ordinary people have made with professionalism and persistence. It is also a son who spent his entire youth completing the long farewell to his father.
