On the wedding day, writer Lin Zhiwei was involved in a car accident.
When she opened her eyes again, she became Xie Zhaotang, a death row prisoner in another world.
Seven lives, one confession. As long as she presses her fingerprint, the body will confess for the real murderer.
Lin Zhiwei saw the fourth layer of ink from the confession.
Testimonies were changed, names were stolen, and living voices were inserted into a fake article.
She used blood as ink to write the word "stop".
The inquest stopped.
The price is that she permanently forgets a secret of her own.
Lin Zhiwei originally thought that he could return to modern times as long as he investigated the unjust cases and cultivated a moral education. Until the words left by another woman appeared on the palm of my hand:
"Stop."
Xie Zhaotang is still alive.
This body belongs to her. The deleted memories, rewritten testimonies, and the way forward should all be decided by her.
From then on, one person was responsible for seeing through the substitutions and forced connections in the text, and the other was responsible for preventing others from continuing to write without permission.
They share bodies and go to the battlefield together, but they always reserve the right to say "no" to each other.
When empty questions cover Beijing and thousands of people lose their voices, everyone's life will be reduced to the only text.
Lin Zhiwei wrote the first chapter, but Xie Zhaotang stopped writing.
There can only be one answer?
They wanted everyone to write their names by hand.
