Before his death, my master taught me two things: the secret of martial arts and the secret of reasoning.
Unexpectedly, the first time I took on the case, I encountered a female ghost in red demanding her life.
I threw out the yellow charm with my backhand: "Sister, your wig is crooked."
After the case was solved, the policewoman insisted on becoming a disciple, and the rich man chased her and gave her a villa.
Until the master's fingerprints appeared on the closing report——
The man who had been dead for ten years was looking at me and laughing.
