The night Lu Zhuo signed the death warrant with his own hand, the condemned prisoner sat up in his cell, drenched from head to toe but without a single water stain. He quietly spoke Lu Zhuo's name and said, "You forgot. That rainy night, you didn't save me." Pressure on the municipal police department surged, and the task force brought in Shen Zhao, the sole survivor of a string of murders and the only one who could hear the dead man's "echoes." Lu Zhuo's handwriting was ironclad evidence, while Shen Zhao's intuition followed a ghostly trail. Between the words of the dead and the case files, the two tore open the truth: this wasn't a resurrection. It was another self, buried by Lu Zhuo with his own hands, crawling back from the death row list to collect what it was owed.
