I, the Memory Scavenger, Crashed Through My Father's Murder at the Beginning

Picking up a pair of red embroidered shoes from the Republic of China, I discovered the secret of my father's murder. We call ourselves: urban memory scavengers. I thought Su Wanniang was just an ordinary obsession, until I entered her memory world. The murderer who stabbed her seven times and cut out her tongue. It turned out to be my biological father who sacrificed his life for twenty-five years and was considered a martyr.