She could see ghosts. The ghost is her dead master.
Three years after joining the company, Lin Qian relies on a secret weapon to solve crimes - her partner Shen Qian's ghost. Vicious, picky, and still worried about her business ability after three years of death.
The cases on West Street are getting more and more bizarre: a stray cat that can write poetry, a denture that tap dances in the middle of the night, a candied haws that proposes in Morse code... With the help of retired aunts and uncles from the "Ghost Mutual Aid Association" and the cat and dog task force, Lin Qian turns each of the bizarre cases into a large-scale social death scene.
But the silent truth of death is like a thorn between the two.
When the dusty files were opened and the main eye awakened underground, Lin Qian discovered that her "intuition", her "luck", and her ability to see ghosts were never coincidences.
Shen Jing looked at her with eyes that couldn't hide her worries day by day. The one on the left didn't dare to say anything, but the one on the right - another silence born from the Lord's eyes - dared to say anything.
"Which one do you choose?" He asked with a smile.
Lin Qian looked at the two identical people in front of her and felt a splitting headache.
"Can't I choose both?"
Under the ginkgo tree on West Street, a group of waiting people, a ghost cat waiting for strawberries, a girl who has been waiting for twenty-six years, and a ghost who has been waiting for three thousand years are all waiting for an answer.
She thought she was solving a crime.
In fact, she had been on her way home.
[Vigorous chatty detective × poisonous tongue guardian ghost]
[Easy daily life × main line suspense]
"Shuangjie, 1V1, the blade is sweet and the sugar is made of glass slag."
