Qingchuan City has three rules. Break them, and someone dies.
One: Never ask who the dead are. Two: Never look back. Three: Their names must be burned before dawn.
Shen Luoci has kept them for sixteen years.
She finds the names of the dead. The price is that every name she reads makes her forget someone living.
She forgot her younger brother's birthday, what Nanzhi likes to eat, and why she hates this family.
Everyone in the city says the eldest daughter of the Shen family is kindhearted, earning merit on behalf of the dead.
Only she knows that every name she reads is followed by someone's death the next day.
And the person who brings the bodies to her is her own uncle.
She has always known.
She's just been waiting for a chance to hand the knife back.
The protagonist isn't a detective. She's a murder weapon, and she knows it.
The price isn't just atmosphere. It has to buy something in return.
The villain isn't a bad person. He's someone grown out of the "rules."
Theme: The protagonist isn't a detective. She's a murder weapon, and she knows it. The price isn't just atmosphere. It has to buy something in return. The villain isn't a bad person. He's someone grown out of the
