The rain in Qingshi Town has not stopped for thirty years.
In the late autumn of the 17th year of the Republic of China, the Shen family's old house was filled with the sound of the piano for three consecutive nights. In the early morning of the fourth day, the head of the family died suddenly in the locked study. The Biluochun on the table was completely cold, and one of the strings was broken at the root.
Shen Tingfeng, a forensic doctor who returned from studying abroad, rushed back for the funeral. During the autopsy, he took out a copper coin from the deceased's throat with the word "injustice" engraved on it. The oldest watchman in the town took one look and fell to his knees on the spot - "The woman from Shen Tang thirty years ago, she is back."
For the next seven days, people died one after another in the town, and each corpse had the same copper coin in its throat. Shen Tingfeng does not believe in ghosts and gods, only evidence. He followed the copper coins to trace old cases from thirty years ago, but found that everyone he trusted was lying.
And the woman who helped him do autopsies, grind ink for him, and quietly flip through files in his study late at night would always bring him a bowl of lotus seed soup, smile tenderly, and call him "Third Brother."
He didn't know that his name was engraved on the last copper coin.
