Forensic doctor Shen Yan tweezed out a gray-white mixed fiber from the nasal cavity of an unknown female corpse.
She threw away that sweater three years ago.
She began to search the body, and only halfway through did she realize that all the evidence pointed to the same person.
It's herself.
In the car accident three years ago, she lost a memory. The body that was confirmed dead three years ago was signed by her herself. Three years later, the same fibers appeared a second, third, and fourth time.
Someone is playing a game. Someone was cleaning up the scene for her. Late at night, unknown to her, someone signed documents with her name, left recordings with her voice, and killed one person after another with her sweater.
There are seven versions of the truth. Each one holds true. Each one pointed towards her.
"Shen Yan, don't love your job."
"As long as you are worthy of the person on the stage, don't involve yourself."
I didn't understand what Master meant at the time.
Later I understood - what he was saying was, don't turn yourself into a thing that needs to be dissected.
