As a forensic expert on cold cases, once he was transformed into an ancient county government official, he encountered a tragedy at the beginning.
The boss sneered: "It must be a vicious ghost seeking his life."
I silently took out the lancet and said, "Sir, the deceased's neck bone has a reaction to life, and it is a forged hanging after death."
The whole county was in an uproar, but I focused on the trembling scholar who reported the crime.
The cuffs of his sleeves are a little dark red, why do they look like... A luminol reaction?
Concept: A short story about forensic time travel