My name is Mu Ying, and I’m the only agent at the Special Cases Investigation Bureau who can communicate with ghosts in their own language.
In 2047, a series of “living corpse cases” breaks out in a new coastal city. The victims have had their chests hollowed out, yet they can still walk around and commit crimes. At the location of their hearts, forensic examiners find locust-wood dolls wrapped in red thread, with long-lost Miao exorcism scripts carved into their spines.
While investigating, the instant my fingertips touch one of the dolls, the screams of countless wronged spirits flood my mind: “On the fifteenth night of the seventh month... the blood moon rises... a hundred ghosts carry the coffin...”
