It was late at night, and the cold moon was like a hook, casting a cold light on the vast land. The cold wind in early spring, carrying a slight humidity, blew through the alleys paved with bluestones, bringing a bit of a biting chill. A wind lantern hangs at the entrance of the alley, its wick is swaying, and the light and shadow dance like ghosts, reflecting an ancient mansion - "White Mansion".
The door of the White Mansion was closed tightly, and the copper ring on the door glowed faintly with green light, seeming to convey an ominous atmosphere. Just a few hours ago, a gruesome murder occurred here.
Baizhong, the old servant of the concierge, was found dead next to the stone lion in front of the door early. His body was stiff, but his face was distorted as if he had seen the most horrific scene in the world. What's even more weird is that there is a black palm print from nowhere on his forehead, as if he was slapped to death by some invisible hand.
The head of the Bai Mansion, Mr. Bai Ziheng, was the Minister of the Ministry of Punishment and was known for his integrity and uprightness. Such a bizarre incident in his mansion naturally shocked the whole city. Officials from the Ministry of Justice arrived overnight, but could not solve the mystery of this strange case for a long time.
"This palm print... Was not made by human beings." One of the catchers whispered, his voice trembling.
"How do you say this?" Another person came closer, his eyes full of doubts.
The head catcher turned the deceased's body over, pointed to the palm print and said, "Look, this hand print has four slender fingers, but there are no bone marks between the knuckles, and the lines are extremely smooth, as if it was made by some foreign object. Could this be... The hand of a ghost?"
