The night my master died, he left half a piece of broken porcelain for me.
I am a repairman of old things. When I touch an old thing with my fingertips, I can hear what happened in its previous life.
But that half piece of porcelain, if I touch it once, I will faint once. It doesn't speak, it just gets hot.
Until someone smashed into my shop in the middle of the night and wanted to steal this half piece of porcelain——
Only then did I realize that Master did not die in an accident.
What he left behind was not porcelain, but a life.
And that life leads to a murder case thirty years ago.
The murderer is still alive.
