Records of the Great Ming Dynasty

I was originally a book editor, and I just wanted to find peace among the old papers in the Imperial College. Until the night when my senior brother fell from the building, I found a blank page in his clenched hand. There are no words on the paper, but there are four marks pressed with fingernails: "There is a ghost in the book." In the "Analects of Confucius" that he revised for the last time, someone had secretly changed the annotations on one page. The center of the page was stained with blood the size of a grain of rice. They said that the senior brother had slipped and fell from the building, that the chief clerk Zhao Fengshi had committed suicide out of fear, and that the case was closed and told me not to ask any more questions. But I happen to be a book editor. I know better than anyone else - books can deceive people, but paper can't, ink can't, and the flaws hidden in the engraving method can't. When I spelled out the name of my senior brother's father in a dilapidated rural examination record from twenty years ago; When I discovered that the tampered note on that page stated that the knife technique came from a private engraving workshop in Jinling City; When I saw that the densely packed text in the legendary "Yongle Dadian" actually moved on its own - I knew that I had been involved in a game that spanned twenty years. Some people want the truth to rot in old paper. But they forgot—— Every book I edit speaks volumes.