Lin Wan has been running a rice noodle shop in Chengnan Old Street for three years. Everyone says she is the gentlest proprietress in the city.
Until that rainy night, a man covered in blood ran into the store and called out her name that she had buried for seven years:
"Forensic Doctor Lin, save me."
She wiped off the flour on her hands and said in a calm voice, "You have the wrong person."
But the next day, the customers who came to eat noodles began to disappear one by one.
During the day, she wore an apron and made bone soup; at night, she followed the blood trail to chase the real murderer.
Everyone thought she was just the hostess of the rice noodle shop. Only the murderer knew that she was best at dissecting the truth.
A bowl of noodles, an injustice committed seven years ago, and an enemy hidden among regular customers.
This time, she was going to feed all the secrets into their mouths one bite at a time.
