The protagonist isn't a detective. She's a weapon, and she knows it.
The price isn't just atmosphere. It has to buy something in return.
The villain isn't evil. They're the person who grew out of the rules.
Qingchuan City has three rules. Break them, and people die.
One: Never ask who the dead are. Two: Never look back. Three: Burn the names before dawn.
Shen Luoci has followed them for sixteen years.
She restores the names of the dead, but for every one she reads, she forgets someone living.
She forgot her younger brother's birthday, what Nanzhi likes to eat, and why she hates this family.
Everyone in the city says the eldest daughter of the Shen family is kindhearted, earning merit by helping the dead.
Only she knows that every name she reads is followed by someone's death the next day.
And the person who brings the bodies to her is her own uncle.
She has always known.
She's only waiting for a chance to hand the knife back to him.
This is the first time the author writes, and it may be casual. Readers greatly appreciate it.