In the twenty-third year of the Republic of China, the world was in chaos, and ghost things became even more evil. My name is Chen Jiu. I have traveled across the world and worked as a detective, specializing in investigating strange cases that no one dares to touch. Tianjin ghost wedding, Xiangxi Gu Festival, Shanghai Mirror Palace, all are bizarre. The police closed their eyes, the people pretended to be asleep, and the truth was buried under the bones. One night when I visited the Shen Family Ancestral Hall, I accidentally got a golden finger. With half a piece of jadeite, you can actually get a glimpse of the deceased's last memory. It does not manifest spirits or drive away ghosts, it only illuminates the scars hidden in the human heart. You can see the code in the incense ashes and hear the sobs in the paper man's throat. Others rely on goddesses to become gods, but I rely on Yujue to find out the truth. They are afraid of ghosts, but I am afraid of people wearing ghost skins and committing crimes. From now on, wherever there is evil, I will dig in. The Haihe River in Jinmen, the deep mountains in western Hunan, and the secret rooms in the concession are all dangerous at every step. Others are still burning paper and asking questions, but I already have the evidence. Use folk customs to break the mystery, and use old rules to uncover the real culprit. In this world, there are too many people pretending to be asleep. And I am destined to be the one who lifts the roof.
