[Melon-eating Golden Finger + Ancient Detective + Sand Sculpture Light Comedy + Two-way Redemption + Double Sweet Pet]
Jiang Nanzhi, a female professional in modern criminal investigation, started the game with a sudden collapse and traveled through time to become the number one suspect holding a bloody weapon in her hand and lying next to the body. In this Liang Dynasty where people without household registration could be convicted and beheaded at will, she was dragged directly to court!
In a desperate situation, Jiang Nanzhi awakens to a golden finger: as long as he is at the scene of the crime, he can hear the "sound afterimage" left behind before and after the crime.
As a result, the style of painting suddenly changed——
Others investigate the case and look at the physical evidence, while Jiang Nanzhi investigates the case and listens to the corner:
"Sir, the deceased went out in the middle of the night not to check the accounts, but to climb over the back wall of the widow's house next door!"
"Sir, the real murderer is bald, and the rag is actually his wig!"
At first, Pei Xingyan, the youngest "living king of hell" in the capital and the Qing of Dali Temple, looked at the homeless orphan girl in front of him who was talking crazy words. His temples were pounding: "She is full of nonsense, drag her down and put her in death row."
But later...
When the truth of countless old unsolved cases and treacherous mysteries is revealed through her "ridiculous" clues; when she uses modern criminal investigation knowledge to push the aristocratic family to the ground and rub it...
All the powerful people in the court were horrified to discover that the selfless and cold-hearted iron tree in Dali Temple not only broke the rules countless times for this crazy girl, but also slapped the Dali Temple's household registration in her face overnight.
Under the dim candlelight, Pei Xingyan put a black robe on her shoulders. His eyes were full of paranoia and possessiveness: "After registering with Dali Temple, you are my official. Where else do you want to run?"
Jiang Nanzhi silently protected the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in his arms: "Sir, is this considered work-related injury compensation for Bao Fujing?"
