In the twenty-first year of the Republic, Shanghai was shrouded in storms. The world was murky, and human lives were worth less than grass.
Su Yanci, a forensic pathologist who had returned from studying abroad, braved the lawless city and opened Shanghai's first private autopsy house.
People feared corpses, criminals, and the powerful. Only she dared bend over a coffin and speak with the dead, using their bones to uncover the truth.
A poisoning in the opera world, a secret murder in a wealthy family, a body floating in the foreign concessions, a case from the black market…
One baffling case after another, with the powerful blocking out the sky, right and wrong turned upside down, and countless injustices buried forever in the dust.
She trusted neither human kindness nor power. She believed only in the corpses that could not lie.
With no clear sky in this murky world, she would become a beacon of light among the living.
Needing no patron, seeking no love, bearing no weakness, she lived only to speak for the dead and uphold justice.
In a turbulent age, with city streets alight,
only the scalpel's cold, keen edge could preserve a sliver of clarity in the world.
