Xu Wanning's golden finger lets her hear what the dead left unsaid from their bones, their wounds, and the error-riddled autopsy reports.
When others plead the case of a wrongly accused official, she lays the evidence on the table herself: examine the wounds first, then the case files, and finally, check who's talking nonsense.
She overturns cases fast. So fast that when the county magistrate says, "This case is closed," she's already slapped the next old case down on his desk.
When she wakes up, Xu Wanning is in a prison cart, her father is a condemned prisoner framed for the crime, and his execution is three days away. She has no System and knows nothing of ghosts or gods. All she has are eyes that can read wounds and hands that can clearly lay out evidence.
The county office calls it suicide, but she finds that the wounds don't match. The case file says the matter was settled long ago, but she uncovers conflicting signatures and dates. Someone tries to destroy the evidence, so she hands them a sealing form on the spot. Want to run? Sign here first.
Lu Tingyun hands her evidence with a cold face; she hands him her conclusions with one just as cold. As they investigate, the old cases grow ever bigger, until even the archives of the Surveillance Commission start "moving on their own."
But why did the Ministry of Justice examine this body two years ago?
