I'm a Forensic Doctor. Isn't It Only Natural That I Know a Little Magic?

Zhang Luyu led the Celestial Masters' Mansion for a hundred years. Just as he was about to ascend, he discovered that he had transmigrated into the body of a forensic pathologist.

Not only that, he also has to face examinations in autopsies, clinical medicine, trace evidence, toxicology, and more at any moment?

With no other choice, Zhang Luyu raises a corpse on the spot: "I command this talisman to break through the gates of the Nine Netherworlds. By the authority of the law, arise!"

The faceless corpse sits bolt upright: "Master, my daughter and I died so cruelly!"

Ask whatever you don't understand, right where you are!

Can't find key evidence to secure a conviction? No problem. Paper-folding magic: paper cranes track the clues.

Can't wiretap a suspect? Don't worry. The Daoist art of ghost-raising puts 24 little ghosts on rotating bedside duty.

He thought this was an ordinary world, but strange folk customs and supernatural incidents kept cropping up. Then an organization calling itself Institute 507 showed up at his door to recruit Zhang Luyu!

A skin-stealing ghost killing and changing faces in a women's dorm, a rooster crowing in a rental apartment during the night shift, every passenger on a bus vanishing at once...

The truth behind an age when all magic had been lost gradually comes to light...

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