When gunpowder smoke wrapped in the scent of blood and jasmine hit the nasal cavity, Lin Wan was holding the corpse's hand——
Dressed as the lady who took the blame for a murder in the Republic of China, she bound the life-threatening system:
? [Injustice Court]: If you don't prove your innocence for three days, you will experience the severe pain of your aunt's throat a hundred times!
The remaining mortician's instinct made her touch the corpse's earlobe...
"Click."
The blood-stained pearl burst out with a dying image: a man with a tiger's mouth and a black snake tattoo was stuffing a dagger into her palm.
That night, candlelight flickered in the mourning hall of a wealthy family.
She caressed the buttons of the cheongsam of the drowned dancer, and felt so empathetic that the drug list was sewn into the lining;
She touched the newsboy's rusty harmonica and screamed as she watched children being nailed into "charity bins."
——It turns out that Zhou Shihong, the compassionate president of the Chamber of Commerce, was selecting sacrifices for the "Hundred Infants Banquet"!
"They called me a witch?" Lin Wan sneered and pressed the bones,
"Then I will cut open this brocade of prosperity and let every bone crawl out to testify!"
The system screams punishment in the head:
? Empathy overload! Please inject a sedative immediately——
During the gunfire, Shen Yanbai grabbed her wrist bone and inserted the needle into the purple vein:
"Bite me if you're afraid."
There is an intelligence agent as cold as a scalpel hidden under the skin of a foreign dude.
He taught her how to detect poison and detect blood stains, and she saw through the trembling of his pupils when he shot traitors in the dark:
**"The judge will also be afraid?"
"I'm afraid your hand that lights the lamp will be burned to ashes by hell first."**
When the church bell rings a hundred babies cry,
She clutched her enemy's pocket watch tightly and fell into the sea of blood, remembering that he tore open the sacrificial curtain with a gun.
In the sound of the cheongsam ripping, the Huangpu River tide is swallowing the testimony——
** "Come and carve my epitaph, Lin Wan."
"Write 'Here lies the madman who ripped out the throat of the times'." **
Intention: Forgetting is the real death