The living can lie, but the dead cannot.
Gu Qingliu is seventeen years old and is a private man with no official status in Jiangning City. Her father, Gu Shenxing, was falsely accused and dismissed from his job twenty years ago and died in exile. He left her half a box of old autopsy sheets and an unspoken grievance.
She doesn't believe in favors, she doesn't believe in official reputation, she only believes in the scars under her fingertips that don't lie.
Autumn rain continued in the south of the Yangtze River, and four murder cases occurred one after another. Every scene is carefully arranged, and every corpse bears the blame for the living. Gu Qingliu traveled with Su Wan, who knew the law, Shen Yan, a former police officer, and Lu Xiaoqi, a young man in the city. From the angle of the wound, the fibers of the grass in the mud, and the cracks on the bones, they dug out the buried truth inch by inch.
But the deeper she investigates, the more she discovers that behind the carefully disguised murders, there are shadows similar to the old cases in which her father was wronged twenty years ago.
Moss grows on old bones, truth sinks to the bottom of the water.
Some people want them to shut up forever, and some people want to bury old cases forever.
And Gu Qingliu only believes in one thing:
Where there is green on the bones, there must be ghosts of grievances that have not been resolved.
