Twenty years ago, the Shen family was devoured by a fire. Only his 18-year-old son survived. Many years later, he set foot on this familiar land again, vowing to find out the truth.
The wings of darkness gradually become fuller, and the truth of the matter becomes more confusing. One after another cases make people in Chaoguang City panic. Bones buried deep in the mud, corpses hanging upside down under the locust tree, the sacred girl on the altar...
Under the dark night, the sharp blade cuts through the sky.
The Chaoguang City Public Security Bureau is working hard to find the murderer and is bound to protect light and justice.
Who is the initiator of everything?
Who can really be trusted?
The innocent are not innocent, and the perpetrators are not innocent.
"Sir, when the sun gradually moves away, winter is coming."
"The last time I saw you was a short dream I had. In the dream, there was you and a group of winter winds." (From "Season" - Shao Xunmei)
Intention: It's not too far to go astray. I feel that what is right now is not what it was yesterday.