The boy rolled over and knocked open the door: "Master! If you don't get up, I'll throw away all your 'autopsy stuff'!" Shen Zhaoning jumped up from the bed like a carp. He wasn't afraid that Father Shen would actually throw something away - he was afraid that Father Shen would find notes that shouldn't exist. It was filled with words that should not appear in this era: blood type, poison analysis, bone map, fingerprint extraction... Eighteen years later, from the moment he opened his eyes as a baby, he knew that he was carrying a huge secret. He thought he was soul-pierced. He didn't know that the truth was far more absurd than that.
