"You think you are a hunter, but in fact you are the prey. You think you are a chess piece, but in fact you are a knife."
Shen Que has been a forensic doctor for five years.
Calm. Law. He dissects corpses every day and goes home to cook noodles at night. His girlfriend Lin Wan works the night shift in the city hospital and goes to the supermarket together on weekends.
Until he opened his refrigerator.
Girlfriend's head is in the freezer. Wrapped in three layers of plastic wrap. There is a line written on it:
"Amu, don't be late for breakfast. -Dad"
The father is Shen Wanshan. His adoptive father. Medical guru. The best person in the world to him.
When Shen Wanshan rushed to the scene, his first reaction was not to call the police, but to take him away.
"You are the first suspect. Dad, help you."
Shen was convinced. Gone with my adoptive father.
Then he discovered——
There is a scar on his palm. It was left behind when I was seven years old and "got a shot for a fever." There is a chip buried under the scar. The adoptive father can locate him at any time.
His girlfriend is not a nurse. It's an undercover national security agent. The three-year relationship was all about tasks.
He is no ordinary forensic doctor. He was a killer by training. Codename "Scalpel". Killed 47 people.
His memory was wiped clean. More than once. Every "start over" is the work of my adoptive father.
And his biological parents——
He thought he was an orphan since childhood.
Until he dug out the chip in his palm, fled to the Jiangcheng underground laboratory, and opened the experiment log from thirty years ago.
"You think you are a hunter, but in fact you are the prey. You think you are a chess piece, but in fact you are a knife."