Xu Ci has been a forensic doctor for eleven years and has passed thousands of corpses on her hands, but none of them made her hands tremble.
Until she received a retrial order for Zhou Mingyuan's case.
Twelve years ago, my mentor Li Zhengsheng wrote in his appraisal opinion that "this was not suicide", but no one listened. He died of lung cancer five years later with a notebook that no one had read.
Xu Ci has read it. There was only one line on the last page, with a period piercing the paper.
The retrial team assigned her a partner: Fang Qi, an associate professor of forensic medicine at Tanglin University. When his mentor was arguing with his peers twelve years ago, he didn't say a word.
At the first meeting, Fang Qi pointed out the technical loopholes in the instructor's report.
Xu Ci refuted on the spot.
Fang Qi said: "Maybe so."
In three words, she couldn't tell whether to admit defeat or to hold on.
Later, she went to the archives to look through the files. Three of the eighteen autopsy photos were missing, and they were all of the neck. Someone had crossed out his name on the loan registration form, very carefully, but she recognized the way to close the last stroke.
She thought the answer to the case lay with the deceased.
She was wrong. The answer lies in the living, and more than one is hiding it.
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Forensic Suspense/Double Strong/Slow Heat/HE
The male protagonist is not an enemy, but he is not a teammate either. He's the kind of guy who makes it hard for you to tell whether he's helping you or trying you.
Purpose: How long can an ordinary professional hold on to the truth in the cracks of the system?