Memory Black Market: I Am the Murderer

Chen Mo never thought that the black hole between his wife's eyebrows in the morgue would drag him into a deeper nightmare. Fingerprints, ballistics, motives, all the evidence points to him; the only way out is the forbidden surgery of the black market doctor "Lao Dao" - to pour the deceased's dying memories into the brains of the living. But when he really "saw" the gun, the black raincoat, and the scorpion tattoo on his wrist on the rainy night, he realized: The murderer in his memory had the exact same face as him. Memories can be transplanted, but sins cannot be buried. Lao Dao collected despair, the police blocked the truth, and Chen Mo, numbered K-27, only had the last bullet left - aimed at himself, or at the demon who manipulated memory?​ [Reading Warning] Black reversal, bloody scenes, mental pollution, caution for the faint of heart.