On the day I became the inspector at the bottom of Daliang, I was forced to investigate a case of tiger cannibalism.
In the wilderness outside the city, corpses were scattered and the tiger marks were clear.
However, I smelled a trace of putrid smell in the blood that did not belong to animals - it was the smell of the "painted-skin demon" recorded in ancient books.
Reporting to the police failed, so I returned to the scene alone late at night and used modern profiling techniques to reconstruct the murder trajectory.
Under the moonlight, the mutilated corpse pieced itself together, revealing the inspector's bronze medal around his waist.
The dead colleague used his last strength to draw four characters in the dirt:
"Fu Yin cannibals".
