Before others die, they will see a revolving door. And he will see the countdown.
Shen Tingyun was sitting under the overpass eating instant noodles. A man in a suit knelt in front of him, crying: "Please, let me live for ten more minutes. My daughter hasn't finished school yet." The number behind him was bright red - 00:00:07. Shen Tingyun poked open the lid of the instant noodles with an expressionless expression: "It's none of my business." The moment the countdown reached zero, the man's orifices were bleeding and he convulsed and died.
Shen Tingyun took out his mobile phone and sent a message to the funeral home: "Old place, come quickly."
His eyes can see everyone's countdown to death. Some people have fifty years left, and some only have five seconds left. He was not a savior, he was a decent mourner - until one day, he saw his own countdown: 00:00:00. The pointer doesn't move and the numbers don't jump. The female detective next door kicked open the door of his house and put her gun to his head: "The police suspect that you are related to the recent serial death cases. Come with me."
Shen Tingyun looked at her profile picture, and the string of numbers had just returned to zero.
The next second, he smiled: "What a coincidence, I also have a case that I would like your help with."
Death countdowns don't lie, but people's hearts do. And he happened to be the one who spoke for the dead.
