Jingzhongyu

I have a scalpel and I have a vajra. The dead tell me the truth, the living teach me lies. In my third year as a medical examiner, I dissected a corpse with ten nails removed. The murderer's technique was very professional - from the first to the last stick, it lasted six hours. But I noticed something that everyone ignored: in the stomach of the deceased, there was a hair that should not appear on any living creature. On the same day, a villager came to the door. He said that someone died in his village every eight days, and his daughter began to speak in someone else's voice. Two coffins were buried under the dug-out old locust tree at the entrance of the village. One mouthful sank a woman who was wrongly accused two hundred years ago, and the other mouth - was empty. Someone found it before I did. I thought I was facing an innocent soul that had been sealed for two hundred years. Until I discovered that someone from the provincial department had bypassed the municipal bureau and transferred my files. Until I discovered that the group of antique collectors had been looking for something she had worn during her lifetime. -That's not revenge. ——That is silence. Someone wanted her dead two hundred years ago. Two hundred years later, the same person wanted her to die.