Memory Black Box

2030, The era of memory chips. I am a memory quality inspector, and I evaluate the memories sold by others every day. Until today, I received an order from a girl who wanted to sell her father's memory. Through the chip, I saw a scene that shouldn't exist: the man was tied to a chair, and my immediate boss stood in front of him. And that man's name is Chen Mo. He should have been "died in the line of duty" a year ago.