Shen Ji has been following his father to perform autopsy since he was a child. By touching the corpse with his left hand, he can feel the dying moments of the deceased, but at the cost of leaving stains on his wrists and gradually eroding them.
The year my father fell off a cliff and died, he left behind a half-written grid and a copper chisel, with only the word "waiting" at the end.
Three years later, the residual poison of aconite in the mouth of a female corpse led to an old case in Cao's house. Shen Ji brought his younger brother back to Jiangling, and in the name of practicing men's clothing to make up corpses, he gradually uncovered the old accounts from twenty years ago - his first wife was killed by slow poison, his mother was forced to write a confession and then silenced, and her father's "waiting" was waiting for her.
Three parties fought for a complete prescription, and the official sealed the warehouse and silenced him. There was a hand bigger than the murderer hidden in the old stall. And the one who was missing his index finger was always blocking the knife for her.
The only one who can turn over the blame is yourself. But you don't have to write alone in the days after you finish checking the accounts.
Intent: The suppressed truth will finally speak out. Inheritance is not about carrying old debts, but about writing down new days after settling the accounts.