
Paper Shop in the Middle of the Night
by Daqi Mo
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Lin Mo, the last descendant of the [Zhensha] lineage, has a black talisman covering his left eye, and his only remaining right eye can see yin and yang. Seven "laughing corpses" were discovered in the cold storage under the funeral home, with smeared lips and sly smiles. The criminal investigation team leader Zhao Zhen listed them as a major unsolved case, but he didn't know that they were sacrifices for the Shixian Cult to raise living corpse puppets. When the compass spun backwards and cracked in the morgue, Chen Jiuzhi held a copper pipe in his mouth and hoarsely warned: "Xiao Linzi, that thing changed the destiny by using modern history-making techniques..." The blood talisman on Lin Mo's fingertips burned, reflecting the blood curtain of family extermination that had been hidden deep in his left eye for fifteen years - the same corpse odor was permeating the city's sewers. Wu Xiangzi's black robe chuckled in the shadow of the hospital: "In the age of science, who still believes that evil spirits can be suppressed?" Underground in the modern city, thousand-year-old corpses were congealing between the CT machine and the ancient tomb, and Zhao Zhen's dagger stained with black dog blood was pressed against Lin Mo's back: "You pretender, come back to the bureau with me!" This time, should the blood talisman burn evil spirits or break people's hearts?
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