"My love is dead."
"And my memory accuses me of being a murderer."
Jiang Ci's world is maintained by precise data and pills. As a researcher suffering from obsessive-compulsive thinking, his wife Su Wan is the only "external calibration point" between him and chaotic reality. Until that rainy night, Su Wan died quietly at home due to a sudden brain aneurysm.
The police gave a clear conclusion: death of natural causes, and there was a complete alibi.
But Jiang Ci's memory played another movie: quarrels, tears, a cold and clear thought, and... The whole process of calmly handling the scene after she fell.
Are they false memories caused by traumatic stress? Or did his divided consciousness commit the "perfect crime"?
When the only calibration point is forever silent, he must sneak into his most dangerous forbidden area - the brain that stores deep feelings and may also contain evidence of crime - to judge himself.
· This is not an ordinary suspense novel, but a courtroom drama that takes place inside the skull. The accuser is your memory, the accused is your consciousness, and the evidence evaporates in every pill and raindrop.
· This is not a simple love tragedy, but a cruel questioning of "love" itself: If even the heart that grieves for you cannot prove its innocence, what else can we believe?
Concept: psychological suspense