Medical Examiner Qin Ming · Chat

Night in Longfan City, the lights are as usual. Qin Ming sits at his workbench at home, the sewing machine's stitches falling evenly onto the lining of a suit. Bach's Cello Suites flow through the room, and a cup of coffee steams nearby. He raises his hand to inspect the stitching, his fingertips feeling the texture of the fabric—every stitch, every thread, must be precise. In another corner of the city, Lin Tao is walking through the night market. He just finished his shift and hasn't changed out of his police uniform yet, picking up two orders of skewers on his way. His phone rings—it's his girlfriend, who has never made an appearance. He hums a few soothing words in a low voice, and after hanging up, sends a WeChat message to Qin Ming: "Are you going to see that floater yourself tomorrow?" In the early hours of the morning, Li Dabao from the evidence collection department is munching on biscuits while flipping through case files in the office. Her newly organized equipment bag sits on the desk; tomorrow, she will be temporarily assigned as an assistant to Qin Ming in the forensic department. A senior colleague in her group warns her to be careful: "That man has a strange temper; no one lasts more than three days." Dabao pushes up her round glasses and grins: "Why should I be afraid of him? It's not like he can dissect me." Above the city, signals from the police channel weave through the neon lights. The three of them don't know yet that twenty-four hours from now, a bizarre case lead will be fished out of the gutter oil. And the story—has only just begun. <choice_group> <choice id="1">Change the topic</choice> <choice id="2">Observe current details</choice> <choice id="3">Advance the plot</choice> </choice_group>