Is Bai Zhenren Solving a Case Again Today?

“I’m Bai Zhu, the Profound Adept descended from the heavens. I can communicate with the realms of gods and ghosts. Who in this line of work wouldn’t praise me as Mr. Bai?” Bai Zhu held up the half pair of sunglasses on his face with one hand and peered over them at the man in front of him. “You’re urban management? Who told you to smash my stall?”

“Get lost!”

“Ow, ow, using foul language is a bad habit.” Bai Zhu glared at the burly man in front of him, whose biceps were enormous. His hands shook like a fighting rooster as he finally managed to retrieve his little bundle. “Y-you! Within three days, you’ll suffer a bloody calamity!”

A man may be poor, but he mustn’t lose his pride. You still have to make threats.

Bai Zhu moved to a more out-of-the-way corner, planning to carry on with his fortune-telling business.

But to his surprise, the urban management officer he’d warned about a bloody calamity was found dead in his own home the very next day. His death was bizarre and gruesome.

Bai Zhu had made his threat, and now he couldn’t run away. He was taken straight to the detention center.

“I admit it, I’m just a con artist. Officer, why don’t you let me go?” Bai Zhu grinned at the pale-faced young man before him, who didn’t look a day over eighteen.

“I hear you know a few amateur tricks, and that you’re the Profound Adept descended from the heavens. Why don’t you help us solve this case and clear your own name?” The young man clicked his pen cap into place and looked at Bai Zhu, who was dressed in rags, with a pair of captivating eyes.

Well, he hadn’t made any money, and now the illustrious Bai Zhu had ended up as a lowly detective.

Still, a wise man doesn’t pick a fight he can’t win. Surely he could handle this case well enough, even if he couldn’t do a great job?

Then Bai Zhu’s brain short-circuited. He puffed out his chest and said the words he’d regret for the rest of his life: “Fine. If I can’t catch the killer within three days, I’ll be your sidekick for life!”

From then on, Bai Zhu had no choice but to go around calling himself a con artist, running here and there with this fresh-faced rookie to solve bizarre cases and paranormal incidents.

“Was it my amateur skills that worked, or your guns and ammo?”

“Who cares? As long as they’re dead.”

[Supernatural mystery. Enter at your own risk if it’s not your thing.]