Pay Two Hundred Bucks for a Mysterious Past?

Two hundred yuan.

That's all it'll take for me to show up at my own funeral.

A Maserati. A rich woman.

Men in black, wearing sunglasses and Bluetooth earpieces.

An elegant old woman stepped out of an unlicensed Hongqi, leaning on her cane. With tearful eyes, she walked over to the coffin.

Then she revealed a secret powerful enough to shake Kyoto.

My name is Zhang San. I specialize in getting funeral directors to work for free, making them give me a mysterious past.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.