Song Ci, the originator of forensic medicine in the Northern Song Dynasty, woke up and became an intern assistant in a modern police station.
The first corpse was pushed into the autopsy room - a female white-collar worker. The doors and windows were locked, her body temperature was below zero, and no one was entering or leaving under surveillance. All forensic doctors concluded: Accidental freezing to death.
Song Ci bent down and took a look at the nasal mucosa of the deceased: "The poisonous gas entering the nose is not freezing."
The metal wire was penetrated, and silvery-yellow stains emerged - the ancient drug testing method in the "Resolution of Wrongs" thousands of years ago detected a perfect murder.
He tracked down the "Legends" organization deep in the dark web. Twelve highly intelligent criminals used physics to calculate the angle of fall, chemical control of poison timing, and mathematics to set up probabilistic killing scenarios. They came for an unjust case twenty years ago and wanted to use twelve "perfect accidents" to conduct a private trial.
Every corpse screams injustice, and every algorithm is a trap.
When thousands of years of post-mortem technology meets modern high technology, Song Ci has only one belief:
"The dead have no words, I speak for the dead."
