I Became a Death Raider in the Northern Song Dynasty

(No harem, no routines, no invincibility, no system, no brainlessness, no good writing, please be careful if you mind.) The game begins right from the beginning: the sudden death of a distant relative, the silenced poison, the powerful man who confuses right and wrong, and the eye-catching tolerance. Before the protagonist can find out his identity, he has been forced into a desperate situation-please plead guilty and be imprisoned, or go to jail. And that cherry red lip color, the indigo cloth scraps between the fingernails, the corpse removal tracks hidden behind the corpse spots... Every detail is a foreshadowing, and every autopsy is walking on the tip of a knife.