[Hardcore Republican-era forensic pathologist, no romance, intellectual dominance]
In the winter of 1923, A Qi transmigrates into the body of a child bride in the Zhang family's woodshed, about to be strangled by her mother-in-law.
The original owner was supposed to fall into a well three days later. When A Qi wakes up, she first scratches the words “premeditated murder” into the bottom of a broken bowl with her fingernail.
Her mother-in-law enters with a hemp rope in hand. A Qi points at the pitch-black well and murmurs, “Mother, someone in the well is beckoning. Her face is rotting. She wants you to join her...”
Her mother-in-law panics and stumbles into the well. A Qi crouches beside it and calmly counts: drowning struggle, about thirty seconds.
Behind her, Zhao Yama's ghost-headed blade presses against the tip of her nose. “Little thing, those eyes of yours are too bright. You're mine now.”
She's a modern forensic assistant, using the logic of dissection to dismantle feudal superstition and the logic of livor mortis to take on warlord spies.
The malice of the living is more deserving of dissection than the livor mortis of the dead.
The storyline is compact and the content is gripping. It is highly recommended!