When Shen Yu was fifteen years old, he walked 1,200 miles from Sizhou to the capital.
She disguised herself as a man and became a disciple of a dying old man in Coffin Alley.
The master taught her three rules: do autopsy without selfish motives, don't say anything that shouldn't be said, and don't use the dead as a springboard.
She remembered them all.
But what she didn't say was that she didn't come to the capital just to learn a craft. She came here to learn how to do autopsies and then return to Sizhou to open the coffin with her own hands and overturn the verdict for her mother who died in vain.
In the first winter of entering the industry, people died one after another in the kiln in the south of the city. The same rope, the same technique, each time the murderer kills more cleanly than the last time.
The officials in the yamen didn't want to care about it, and no one recognized the bodies in the village. Only her master, Mo Qi, dragged her half-buried body to the mass grave and dug up the frozen soil, uncovering the hastily buried truth layer by layer.
Master said: Bones cannot lie.
She said: Then I will speak for Bones.
The people from Dali Temple are here. A line leads from the capital to Jizhou and then to Sizhou. Shen Yu discovered that the murderer of her mother and the murderer of the serial case might be the same person.
Old cases and new cases are intertwined. She is getting closer to the truth and closer to being exposed.
And the old man who taught her how to do it could hardly hold on any longer.
Purpose: To write about the trampled justice and concealed truth of the Liang Dynasty from the perspective of a low-level coward who disguised himself as a man. Exist\\