My name is Christina, a hard-drinking, almost-bankrupt curiosity detective.
My partner, Bob, is a former police detective who was fired from Scotland Yard and a staunch atheist.
The cases we receive are always particularly "outrageous":
Blood letters asking for life in the mirror, corpse imitation art in the wax museum, automatic violin playing death movement...
While all London thought it was an evil spirit or a curse, I was the only one who knew——
The deepest malice always comes from the human heart.
Until that day, my silver wine flask was pointed at the most favored little princess of the royal family, and it began to glow violently.
Bob's face turned pale: "This time... We won't really have to reason with the ghosts, right?"
I took a sip of whiskey and looked at the princess' eyes that suddenly turned silver-gray:
"No, we have to talk to 'her' herself this time."
Reader comments
I originally wanted to read it without using my brain, but it turned out that I couldn't do it without using it.
It's a bit interesting. The contrast between the heroine and the heroine is quite big. The big heroine is
I originally wanted to read it without using my brain, but it turned out that I couldn't do it without using it.
It's a bit interesting. The contrast between the heroine and the heroine is quite big. The big heroine is