Lin Yan makes a living fabricating evidence. He forges surveillance footage, emails, and eyewitnesses, turning lies into evidence and selling it to the highest bidder. He thought he was simply standing in the shadow of the truth, tampering with the facts for those who could afford his services. But this time, every piece of evidence he forged became real: the surveillance footage found by the police was identical to what he had edited; the threatening email he had invented was sitting in the inbox, word for word; and a witness he had made up on the spot repeated his testimony in person, despite being someone he had never met. He began to suspect he wasn’t creating evidence at all, but repeating a script that already existed. And the last page of that script bore his own name.
When Lin Yan tried to walk away, Zhou Mingcheng, the wealthy businessman who had hired him to do all this, revealed his trump card: he knew the secret of Lin Yan’s daughter coming back from the dead, and he knew that Lin Yan himself had lost seven entire years of his memory. One was a con man who trusted no one; the other, a manipulator who would do anything to keep his secrets. Their lies kept overlapping, intertwining, and devouring one another at the heart of Zhao Ming’s disappearance. As the truth peeled away layer by layer, Lin Yan realized he had been at the center of this web all along. Every time he thought he was breaking free, he was actually drawing closer to the deeper self within him.
The names in this book are fictional.
