When they first arrived in Jiangcheng, the police brought a bizarre case: a rich man died tragically, and his body was covered with dense needle holes.
I picked up the compass and the needle was spinning wildly, but it couldn't point in any direction.
That night, a relic of the deceased suddenly appeared in my room—an ancient stuffed doll embroidered with a bloody spell.
The puppet's eyes blinked and he said to me in a rich voice: "You are next."
