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Chen Du could hear the dead man's voice in the last seven minutes. This is supposed to be talent. But in Jiangcheng, death is written on the form, last words are truncated by the system, testimonies are replaced, living people are archived in advance, and even "should they die" has become a business. An unknown corpse dragged Chen Du back to an old case from seven years ago. The brake notes left by my mother, the non-existent tower on White Tower Road, the torn service sheets in the funeral home, the empty chairs in the hospice center... Every clue points to the same truth: Someone is silent for the dead. This time, Chen Du no longer only listened to the dead. He wants the living people to speak, the evidence to return to the world, and the names written as "worthless" to be seen again one by one. Death lasts only seven minutes. But the living still have a longer way to go.