The Divine Constable of Linzhou

Zhuge Zhenxiang was only twenty-three. He had become a constable at a young age, and his keen eyes could see through ghosts.

He had neither the authority of a high-ranking official nor the backing of a powerful family. All he had were a pair of discerning eyes, solitary courage, and a meticulous heart devoted to judging cases fairly.

The young man never flaunted his talent, yet he could unravel mysteries a century old.

Still young, he could probe the deepest darkness of the human heart.

Ordinary constables investigating a case looked for weapons, tracks, and witnesses.

When Zhuge Zhenxiang investigated, he examined human relationships, loopholes, hypocrisy, and the gaps in Heaven's design.

Where ordinary people were misled by appearances, he alone saw the truth.

Where others were blinded by the passage of time, he alone broke through the dust of the past.

Seemingly flawless accidents, old stories that seemed perfectly reasonable, and celebrated tales of virtue and romance: in his eyes, he could strip away their disguises and reveal the bloodshed and evil debts beneath.

Wrongful cases came in a thousand forms,

but those rooted in the human heart were the hardest to solve.

Rain and wind swept Linzhou, and the long night had yet to end.

The young crime-solving constable roamed the jianghu with his measuring rod, entering places of danger, turning over old bones, and clearing the names of the wronged.

Wherever evil arose, someone would seize the culprit.

Wherever injustice lingered, someone would eventually set things right.

Through Linzhou's misty rains, he pursued criminals year after year.

In the young man's eyes, evil could no longer hide.

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