Lin Yan is a perjurer. He forged surveillance, forged emails, and forged witnesses for others, turned lies into evidence, and then sold the evidence to the highest bidder. He thought he was just standing in the shadow of the truth, playing with scraps of facts for those who could afford to pay. But this time, every piece of evidence he forged turned out to be true - the surveillance footage found by the police was exactly the same as the one he had photoshopped; his fictitious threatening email was lying intact in his inbox; the eyewitness testimony he made up at random was actually spoken by someone he had never seen. He began to suspect that he was not creating evidence but retelling an existing script. And on the last page of that script, his own name was written.
When Lin Yan tried to withdraw, Zhou Mingcheng - the wealthy businessman who entrusted him with all this - showed a trump card: he knew the secret of Lin Yan's daughter's resurrection from the dead, and also knew that Lin Yan himself had lost seven years of memory. One is a liar who never trusts anyone, and the other is a manipulator who keeps secrets at all costs. Their lies continue to overlap, intertwine, and devour each other at the intersection of Zhao Ming's disappearance case. As the truth peeled off layer by layer, Lin Yan discovered that he had long been in the center of this net, and every time he thought he was struggling outwards, he was actually getting closer to the deeper version of himself.
The name of this book is made up.
