The Coffin Is Covered with Ink, the Secret Pavilion Has No Name

The coffin painter, who is shunned by the whole city, paints not only coffin patterns, but also human crimes that cannot be seen in the light. Wen Jianwei came with the broken childhood notes. The fragments on the paper are all her memories of the massacre. She approached the man covered in gray, acting and maneuvering, just to sneak into the secret pavilion and get back the family's case files. She thought the prey was in her hands. Little did he know that all the words on the coffin were secret words. There are two sets of files in the Secret Pavilion. One is made public and is already full of tampered lies; the other is hidden secretly and is written by a painter whom she sees every day. The iron law of silence hangs above the head, and if one word is spoken, it will be a disaster of life and death. He saw through all her disguises, but he couldn't tell whether she was an orphan in the sea of ​​​​blood or a bait set by the enemy. Memories are incomplete, case files are forged, and multiple players are confusing the situation. When the vest was torn and the truth was revealed, she was shocked to realize—— The hatred I firmly believed in may have been wrong from the source of my memories.