As an agent of Yin and Yang, I was forced to take over the City God's mess.
Picking up the corpse on a rainy night, when the white cloth was lifted, it turned out to be a living person whom I had seen three days ago. The cinnabar mark on his forehead was hot and dazzling.
The headless statue in the ruined temple oozes blood day and night, and the sound of fingernails scraping can be heard from the morgue.
I followed the soil on the soles of the deceased's shoes and dug out the massacre of the family that had been buried for thirty years.
