I Became a Spirit Talker in the Northern Song Dynasty

(No harems, formulaic plots, invincible protagonists, Systems, brainless decisions, or wish-fulfillment. If that bothers you, read with caution.)

The story plunges straight into the case: a distant relative dies suddenly, someone tries to silence the witnesses with poison, powerful figures twist the truth, and ruthless officers are closing in. Before the protagonist can even figure out who he is, he is cornered: confess and sign, or spend the rest of his life behind bars. A streak of cherry-red lipstick, indigo fabric caught beneath a fingernail, the clues to a corpse’s movements hidden behind its lividity... Every detail foreshadows something, and every autopsy is a walk along the edge of a blade.