The executioner’s blade was about to fall when the condemned man suddenly opened his eyes.
"Hold the blade! This man’s death doesn’t add up!"
Modern forensic examiner Gu Jiu opened his eyes to find himself in the body of Jiu Jin, a coroner about to be executed in the Great Zhao dynasty. He was burdened with the lowest status and a murder charge pinned on him.
Others solved cases through guesses and torture. He relied on the traces left on the dead, which never lied: whether blood had flowed from a blade wound, whether a blood halo clung to the bone, whether a dead person’s nose was filled with soot after a fire, and whether a drowned person’s mouth contained mud and sand.
The "Coroner Training Panel" in his mind had a sharp tongue, but would only point out what was abnormal. It wouldn’t tell him who the killer was: he had to investigate for himself.
Exposing a wrongful conviction at the execution ground, using a red umbrella to examine bones, checking ash at a fire scene, reopening a coffin to clear the dead’s name... He embarrassed his opponents case after case, making foolish, villainous nobles kneel in public. But the further he investigated, the more he discovered that behind every case that could not be overturned was the same all-powerful "umbrella," shielding the guilty.
They refused to abolish his low status or grant him official credentials. He would still make the dead speak and win justice for the living.
"I make the dead speak. You living people, dare you listen?"
