In the late Qing Dynasty, the fog in the Shanghai Concession always had an indescribable stickiness, as if it could get into the cracks of people's bones. Lu Xiaotang, the second young lady of the Lu Family Escort Bureau, stood in the mist, listening to the noise in the streets and alleys, her fingertips unconsciously rubbing the special short dart at her waist. She is blind, but her hearing is several times sharper than ordinary people. She can determine the identity and purpose of the other party from the weight and rhythm of footsteps.
In the main hall of the Lu's Escort Bureau, the tables and chairs were neatly arranged, but there was a depressing atmosphere. Mr. Chen Mo, the accountant, is deaf and mute. He is gesticulating anxiously at this moment, trying to convey something to Lu Xiaotang. Chen Mo has a slim figure and wears a gray cloth gown all year round. His hair is tied back meticulously. He wears a pair of round-framed glasses on his pale face, and his eyes behind the lenses are shrewd.
