I’m an antique restoration specialist. The moment I touch an object left behind by the dead, I can see what happened before they died.
I took a 280,000-yuan job to clear out a murder house. The client gave me one strict order: don’t touch the iron box in the bedroom.
I couldn’t resist. I touched it.
Not only did I witness the truth behind the murder, I also uncovered a web of serial killings spanning the entire city.
Even more terrifying, my investigation led back to me. I discovered that more than twenty years of my memories had been fabricated.
The biological father hunting me down, the partner protecting me, was my daughter.
The friend fighting by my side was a clone.
They all say I’m the founder of a vast plan.
It wasn’t until the prototype body that had lain dormant for five thousand years opened its eyes that I understood.
I’m just a key.
They want to use me to open the door.
A puppet? A pawn? A sacrifice?
That’s not for you to decide.
If the whole game is a dead end, then I’ll use these hands that restore old things to smash the board.
I’ll overturn everything, the game and everyone in it.
The logic is continuous, the plot is ups and downs, and the reversals are too fast to keep up with the train of thought.
New clues emerge one after another. Multiple forces are entangled with each other, layers of foreshadowing are laid, the twist at the end is very tense, and the plot rhythm is tight.
The pace is fast! Multiple twists in one chapter! I watched it at night and I'm sure I couldn't stop it, and I went to work the next day with dark circles under my eyes.