He crawled out from the bottom of the well, carrying a fragment of bronze in his arms.
By touching the relics of the deceased, you can see the last scene of his life. Headaches, blindness, and not being able to tell whether he is a living person or a shadow - this is the price of being Lin Yan.
When Shen Yan saw him for the first time, he tapped his palm three times with his folding fan.
"Give me a lamp, a knife, and half an incense stick."
"For autopsy, the living people should stay away. Otherwise -" Lin Yan pointed at the corpse, "the remaining obsessions of the deceased will record your traces."
Shen Yan smiled. Jinyiwei North Town Fusi commanded the affairs, the frail prince of the clan, the son of the key to Tianquan. He thought that killing would calm everything down, but it wasn't until the fan bone broke that he realized that the person who couldn't be killed was looking for an altar.
Night Owl Organization, red rope ties life. Seven entrances, twenty-day period.
Lin Yan is the key to breaking the army, and Shen Yan is the shackles that bind the son of the key. The blood sand furnace deep in the mine is waiting to be opened, and the person holding the red rope is tightening the fatal trap.
"The knife is dull and sharp. Is the knife broken?"
"I am your widow." Lin Yan said, "Weapons take away life and death, and I let the dead speak out to tell the truth."
Twenty days later, if you are still alive——
I take this back again.
An ancient style suspenseful investigation, with two male protagonists bonding together. In front of the autopsy table, people's hearts are dissected, and behind the mine tunnel door, they face life and death.
Speak for the dead and speak for the rights of the living.
