1927, Shanghai.
Neon burns the night sky red. This city does not need the moon or the truth.
Shen Qiwu is the only female forensic doctor in the concession.
She thought she was just an autopsy until she cut open the body belonging to the "fiancée" of warlord Lu Chenzhou.
Lu Chenzhou pinched her chin, his knuckles were cold: "The case ends here, otherwise I will put you in my dungeon."
Xie Yunqi leaned against the door with a cold smile: "Young Marshal Lu, can your dungeon hold her and shut the mouths of all Shanghai?"
One is a young warlord with a lot of troops, and the other is a talented reporter with a pen and a sharp edge.
They stabbed each other at the negotiating table, but clinked glasses together in clubs late at night.
Shen Qiwu didn't understand the subtle atmosphere between the two men, between enemies and confidants.
She only knew that she wanted to be the only person in Lu Chenzhou's heart who came out of the darkness alive.
Intent: In the troubled times where warlords and pens dance together, only the knife in the hand of the forensic doctor refuses to bow his head.