Even After Getting into Grad School, I Still Chose to Become a Spirit Medium

2:13 a.m. A woman who had been dead for more than twenty minutes dialed 110 herself. "Officer, there's someone in my house." The medical examiner confirmed she had died before making the call. The doors and windows were locked from the inside. No one had come or gone. The number belonged to the deceased, and the voice on the recording was hers. Lin Ye had been a detective for three years, but this was the first case he couldn't even explain by answering the question, "Who called the police?" As if that weren't enough, on the very same day he received his admission notice for a master's program in policing. He also received news of his grandmother's death. Before she passed, the old woman left him one sentence: "Before the ninth day of the ninth month, bring your incense home." From then on, all the things he had been able to see as a child returned. People that cameras couldn't capture. Extra faces in mirrors. An old man who had been dead for decades but still pointed the police in the right direction, and something that had already found him This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.