I am a jailer, the meanest servant in Qingshui County. Anyone can step on me. On the night when the death row inmate complained of injustice, I picked up a bronze stamp of Haechi - touching the murder weapon, the incident replayed before my eyes. Liu Shuan did not commit suicide, but was strangled and hanged. It was Ma Fu who took the blame, the housekeeper who silenced him, and a master who stood behind him. Looking back further, I saw that Liu Bancheng was also present on the day my father died unjustly fifteen years ago. The jailer is not blind. I owe everything I owe to my father and those wronged souls, and I want to get it back one by one. From death row to court.
