The first corpse surfaced in the Black River, and the police identified the murderer, but I saw three living footprints at the bottom of the water - the deceased had been sinking for seven days. Everyone said I was crazy, until the second corpse appeared, with the marks on the soles of its feet carved from the rope I used to retrieve the body. No one knows that my eyes can "see in water" in hundreds of meters of turbidity, and that my left hand can recall the last seven seconds of the deceased's memory. They didn't even know that the copper coin in the corpse's mouth corresponded to the warning on page 45 of the diary: Tonight, something will knock on the bottom of my boat at the bottom of the river. My name is Su Tinglan, a corpse collector cursed by my family. When the bronze coffin that had been sunk for hundreds of years surfaced on its own initiative, I realized that what I was fishing for was not a corpse, but the last life-saving talisman left by God in this world. Five disadvantages and three deficiencies count for nothing? I want to post the wanted notices from the underworld back to the human world one by one.
