I Can See the Dead's Memories at the Funeral Home

I'm an embalmer at a funeral home, and I can see the last 72 hours of a dead person's memories. Everyone calls me unlucky and says I wasted my college degree and will never amount to anything. My uncle comes to the funeral home every day to curse me for bringing shame on the Chen family, and the family chat is full of mockery. Then I helped the police solve a series of cold cases that had been unsolved for five years. The wife who jumped from a building was pushed by her husband. The child who drowned was killed by traffickers. The nanny who died suddenly was poisoned by her employer... Every case everyone else dismissed as an accident was, to me, a murder with its tracks poorly covered. Until one day, as I prepared the face of an unidentified body found floating in the water, I suddenly realized... The cause of his death was exactly the same as my grandfather's so-called "accidental death" ten years ago. The killer I've spent ten years searching for has been right beside me all along.