The Memory Must Be Real

I make a living by selling other people's memories, and I specialize in selecting the most brutal scenes from murder scenes to sell. Rich people rush to buy them just to experience the thrill of near-death. Until he took over the suicide case of a wealthy businessman, the buyer asked for a large amount of money to restore the moment of death. I was skilled in retrieving memories, but the wealthy businessman was smiling in the picture. The buyer tore up the contract on the spot: "False! He was clearly crying before he died!" The black market alarm suddenly went off - someone had tampered with the memory of the deceased. And all clues point to the death of my adoptive father. I was forced into the vortex and discovered that the entire city was a hunting ground for memories. What's even scarier is that a serial killer is among the buyers. They buy memories of murders just to find the next perfect prey. And I am the number one target on the list.