When trainee forensic doctor Lin Xia cut open the chest of the ninth female corpse, the blade cut through time and space.
The Orion birthmark behind the ear of the deceased resonates and trembles with the nine-pointed star mark under her collarbone; the quantum-entangled corpse in the freezer is murdering living people in the parallel world; the blood-stained bronze gear rolls down from the corpse, pulling out a curse that spans thirty-nine civilization reincarnations - every nineteen years, the blood of the descendants of the Nine-Yao Star Official must be poured into the star tracker to maintain the fragile balance of the world.
Lin Xia saw countless "selves" in the morgue mirror: an astrologer wearing a moon-white gown, an astronaut floating in a space capsule, a bride with a gear piercing her heart... Each of them died at 19:23, and the same reverse-rotating pocket watch remained at each death scene. When her childhood sweetheart mechanic Jiang Mo revealed the thorn tattoo on her spine, and when antique appraiser Xie Linyuan's listening earrings came from her unspoken sigh, Lin Xia finally understood the ancient motto on the scalpel:
"The way to repair time is to kill time itself."
At this moment, the star tracker is roaring underground in Linjiang City, Xuhai's Ark of Memory carries the obliterated fragments of civilization, and her tears are condensing into the last god-killing blade——
Is it going to be a white moon trapped in reincarnation forever, or a black hole tearing apart the eternal night?
In this time bet with corpses as bargaining chips, all living people are prisoners in the countdown.
Concept: time continues to circulate