At that time, every window in the back half of their house could see the peach blossom forest. Every spring, summer, autumn and winter, she saw the green trees sprout, blossom, bear fruit, and then when the leaves were falling, everything became bleak. Looking at the fallen leaves by the window, her father went to clean the leaves, piled them up and burned them, she felt sad, but her father said to her, "Winter goes to spring, life is like this, so don't be nervous when something bad happens, spring comes. Everything will come back to life. The nightclub is over."
The first chapter of the story is like the opening scene of a movie. A beautiful girl dies in the peach blossom forest. The white, blood, petals company banner design and naked body form a strange beauty, accompanied by a gradually expanding sense of fear. Writer Chen Xue's new long-running reasoning work " You Can't Die Again ", through such a smooth and clear image and text, opened the prelude to this serial murder case that spanned many years. With this as the core, the story revolves around the core characters of the first murder case, with equal emphasis on lyricism and narrative, from the perspective of human nature.
They grew up with their own demons and grew into lonely and closed adults. After many years, their fate Take these people back to the starting point, try to clarify the poignant and cruel truth behind the bloody case, and explore the exit of their own life. The trio of that year, Ding Xiaoquan, Song Dongnian, and Zhou Jiajun, unfortunately died in 28 years, leaving behind a first love boyfriend who was too self-blaming, and a close friend who was called "the murderer's daughter" by many people; 14 years are fleeting, everything Instead of ending the case hastily, Song Dongnian chose to go to the police and bury his head like a walking corpse, while Zhou Jiajun completely changed his face and became Li Haiyan, a well-known crime reporter in the industry, constantly seeking answers from other people's tragedies, about tragedies, about Mourning, about the rest of your life.