Cultural relics restorer Wen Shi received the bad news and urgently returned to his hometown of Luhuadu to inherit Wen Ji's restoration shop left by his grandmother.
On the eve of my grandmother's sudden death, she sent a pine wooden box, leaving only a cold warning: Don't open it, wait patiently.
After fifteen years, the wooden box was finally opened. The cowhide notebook lay quietly at the bottom of the box, with pages of hand-drawn paper recording secret clues hidden in the hidden compartments of the old wood and the interlayer of the bronze mirror.
There are fresh pry marks on the door lock of the repair shop, there is a stalker lurking on the river beach, and the neighbors in the ancient town are silent about the past events that happened in the winter of 2011.
Grandma Chen sent a vanity mirror from the Republic of China and repeatedly warned that the frame could be repaired but the back panel must not be disassembled;
The police from the police station came to her door to file a report and gently reminded her not to insist on investigating the old files.
With his observation skills honed in wood restoration, Wen Shi picks up clues from cracks, patina and rust.
After many layers of investigation, she gradually realized that her grandmother did not die of an emergency at all.
An old incident that has been gathering dust for fifteen years, and one old artifact after another that hides secrets.
The people in the dark are pressing closer and never allow the truth to come to light.
Wood marks can be repaired, but human hearts cannot mend them.
All the sins sealed in the gaps between the mortise and tenon joints will eventually surface one by one.
