Chen Feng can hear other people lying.
When he was twelve years old, his father told him before he died: People say one thing but think another. The things in my heart will leak out from my breath. This is called "listening to strings". The Chen family has been passed down from generation to generation.
But my father also said three things: Only when the liar knows he is lying can he hear it; if you listen too much, your ears will hurt and bleed; what you hear cannot be used as evidence.
Ten years later, Chen Feng came to Shiqiao Town, the poorest and most remote town in the county. There are sixty-seven people in the nursing home's account book, but only about twenty live in the building. An old man who sells bamboo baskets has been "dead" on his account for two years. An old man who was as thin as a bone held his hand and asked only three words: "Who are you?"
Later he joined the Discipline Inspection Commission. Others say his ears are better than a lie detector. He smiled bitterly. No matter how sharp your ears are, the law will not recognize you. He must turn every subtext into ironclad evidence in black and white.
From a temporary worker in the township to a case handler of the Discipline Inspection Commission, he has been listening to the case for more than ten years. Some people are afraid of him, some hate him, and some advise him not to take himself too seriously. He said: As long as there is an old man who is not regarded as dead, it is worthwhile to investigate.
The string is borrowed. Your life is your own. If you can believe seventy percent of what a person says, you are a kind person.
