Dead people cannot speak. But things they touch do.
Fu Xiaowei is twenty-four years old and has been sorting out the belongings for three years. Come to the door and knock on the door, "Hello, I'm here to sort things out." The client thought she was unlucky and gave her a hundred yuan for each job.
While sorting out the belongings of an old man living alone, her fingertips touched the old pocket watch under the pillow——
Seventy-two hours before the old man died, it happened again before her eyes. Arguing, pushing, falling to the ground. Someone stood at the door for three minutes, then turned and closed the door.
She raised her head and saw that the nephew who urged her to "get out of here" had an identical scar on his wrist.
From that day on, she understood: As long as you touch something that the deceased used personally for a long time before he was alive, you can see the last seventy-two hours of that person.
But these eyes can't save anyone.
Because memory is not evidence. The court refused and the police could not establish a case. She could "see" it, but she had to find the real thing before the relic was thrown away, washed away, or taken away in advance - the medicine bottle rolled into the foot of the cabinet, the recording pen hidden in the freezer, and a ledger hidden in the paper shell.
At the memorial service, commendation meeting, and legacy reading, she put the truth on the stage in front of everyone. Everyone said she was in bad luck until the police started waiting for her call.
And every time she watched it, she had to pay the bill. Headache, tinnitus, nosebleeds. After seeing too much, she began to lose things—not other people's memories, but her own.
Ten years ago, a fire that was characterized as "aging wires" killed her parents. She kept a copied surveillance photo, and the blurry figure in the photo
