1931, Shanghai. This oriental Paris is full of feasting and bustling, but it also hides countless shadows and secrets. This is a place where businessmen, homeless people, gangsters and powerful people from all over the world gather. Money and violence are everywhere here, and every narrow street seems to be shrouded in the dust of history and countless unsolved mysteries.
Xu Daofeng, one of the most famous private detectives in Shanghai, was standing at the door of an old teahouse, staring at the misty mist. The dim lights in the teahouse shone on his face through the thick curtains, making his deep eyes look particularly cold. The cigarette in his hand has burned out, but he still keeps smoking, as if the fog in the smoke is a metaphor for the layers of truth he wants to uncover.
On this day, he received a phone call from a mysterious person. On the other end of the phone, there was just a cold voice: "Daofeng, if you don't come, you will be responsible for the consequences."
This short sentence made him feel an inexplicable chill in his heart. The call was immediately hung up, leaving only a harsh blank.
