Death Recorder

Chen Yan is a transcriber at the Forensic Identification Center of the Jizhou Municipal Public Security Bureau. He is responsible for writing, not doing it. He chose this job himself. As long as his skin touches the exposed skin of the corpse, he will relive the ten minutes before death in the first person of the deceased. He wanted to bear the pain of the deceased all over again, but in reality only four seconds had passed, and others only saw him stunned for a moment. The price is that when he comes out, the ten minutes in his memory that are closest to his emotions will be overtaken by the memory of the deceased. It's not emptying, it's replacing. The part that grew out is equally real, has the same warmth, and also doesn't belong to him. He has been hiding for eight years. Check the glove size first, hold it with the back of your hand, and mentally review it before touching any exposed area. He locked the blue notebook in the drawer of his workstation, and compiled seventy-four "who am I" items in it. He checked it every day to confirm which days were still his own. At 8:40 in the morning on October 19, an unknown female corpse was pushed into the autopsy room, numbered WM-2024-017. His gloves were torn. During her last ten minutes, there was a man standing in the room with his back to her. The man said: "Don't turn on the light. If you turn it on, she will know you are there." The voice used was Chen Yan's. That afternoon he went back to check the blue notebook and found that item 41 was missing. That page was torn out, and the person who tore it off was himself. To investigate further, he could only touch them one by one. Touch it once, lose one piece. He had to figure out who he was before he lost all of himself.