Seventh Rib

Suspense × Romance | Forensic × Undercover | Overturning the case for my sister | Extreme pulling She is the forensic doctor Shen Du. She is as calm as a scalpel. From a grain of sand between the nails of the deceased, she dug out a clue that had been buried for ten years. He was Chen Mo, the nightclub owner. He was blond, disheveled, and full of flaws, but he made her remember him with a look of confirmation in the corridor of the morgue. The seven knives in the abandoned factory, the memory card in the lining of the deceased, the note in the cracks in the bricks of the old river - all the codes point to the same name: Xiang Ri, her undercover sister who has been missing for ten years. He approaches her because of a mission. She stayed with him because of the clues. But none of them said when their heartbeat started to become irregular. They were counting each other's old wounds in the disposal room. She said, "Show me," and he said, "Twenty years old, first undercover." She was attacked late at night, and he sent a message every two hours, "received", "ok" and "full stop", like a signaling system, more like someone was thinking about her. She heard her sister's last words in the technical room: "Go back alive to see the person you want to see." He was nearby, heard it, and said nothing. Later, he turned those words into something he did. In autumn, the chestnut forest in Zhou Ping's hometown. He asked her, "Can I come closer to you." She leaned forward a little: "Okay." The moment their foreheads touched, all the restraint fell to the ground and became fallen leaves. ——They spent ten years walking towards each other, using a case to give themselves back to themselves. The first release of Jinjiang Literature City has been completed and is waiting for you. Concept: Abandoned factory, seven stabbings to death, and a memory card that had been sealed for ten years sewn into the lining of the deceased. Forensic doctor Shen Du dug out the truth behind his sister's disappearance from a grain of sand between his fingernails. But what she didn't expect was that the man standing in the corridor of the morgue, looking at the corpse with a confirming look, was the only person she could trust on this road - and the person she had waited ten years to meet.