When she was five years old, Shen Qingtang's mother died in childbirth. She didn't cry or fuss, she just knew that her mother would never get up to comb her hair again.
A year later, stepmother Zhou came in with her son and daughter. Stepmother's eyes didn't move when she smiled. Aunt Wu quietly told her this before leaving. The six-year-old didn't understand it, but she remembered it.
When she was seven years old, her father said, "Daddy will be back in the evening," but he didn't come back. The villagers said that he fell off the cliff, and Qingtang saw his open fingers - those were the hands that grabbed the branches, not the hands that fell.
When she was thirteen years old, she was dispersed by the crowd and walked south alone. He went to Yunxi alone and was taken in by the old policeman Zhou Banshan. Zhou Banshan taught her how to do autopsy and determine the case, and she taught him that dead people don't lie. She examines floating corpses, detects poisons, solves cold cases, and pleads grievances.
From the small county of Yunxi to Fucheng, to the Criminal Division, and to the harem, she has independently solved countless cases over the years. She has spent her whole life looking for answers to "why she didn't come back" for other people's fathers, other people's husbands, and other people's children.
The sunlight on the bones is the memory of my mother and the reason for her to live.
Purpose: Autopsy is not just a technique, it is respect for the truth, and it is also the final explanation for everyone who does not deserve to die.