There’s one profession that no one has dared to take up for 3,141 years: coroner. When a corpse examiner dies, their rank activates automatically. In plain terms, anyone in my line of work has to die once before they can officially start the job.
Solve cases, inherit the dead person’s skills. Hear the last three seconds of a dead person’s voice, see the things touched by death beneath a lamp’s flame. The more thoroughly I solve a case, the more I inherit.
That should have been how life went on, until the System created a file for me.
[Deceased: Shen Liang]
[Cause of death: Laughter (unconfirmed)]
Oh, right. There’s one more thing I need to make clear first.
There’s an old rule in Elm Cash Alley: don’t visit anyone after dark. If someone laughs for too long, until you can’t hear any human voices, scatter a handful of rice at their door and walk away backward. Don’t look back.
The night before last, we scattered that rice one step too late.
The first book review is indifferent to the content, has no ups and downs, and is just a pool of stagnant water. I only listened a little bit and gave it five stars for encouragement.