After becoming famous in one battle, the whole of Shanghai was looking for her—not to arrest her, but to beg her for an autopsy.
Xiao Yao, a top figure in the modern forensic world, accidentally transformed into the most inconspicuous female clerk in the Shanghai patrol room in 1937. The Battle of Songhu is imminent, corpses are everywhere in the concession, and Japanese spies are infiltrating like locusts crossing the border. Everyone thought she was here to mess around, until the corpse of the puppet army major who had been stabbed three times and eighteen holes but drowned was placed on the autopsy table. Xiao Yao picked up the rusty scalpel and cut open the deceased's stomach in front of everyone's horrified eyes: "The fatal injury was not the knife, but the poison. The murderer was left-handed, less than 1.7 Meters tall, and - he was still at the scene."
The moment the scalpel fell, the military's ace agent silently pulled out his gun, and a cold light flashed behind the round glasses of the Japanese spy agency chief. And she just chuckled: "The next one is the lurker who is going to blow up the arsenal tonight. Who will bet the first with me?"
