In Dragon City, evil never disappears, it only materializes. The souls of those who died unjustly will turn into mist, and their extreme hatred will distort the laws of physics, forming an "evil realm" that no one can enter.
This is the paradise of madmen and the grave of reason. Ordinary police officers are helpless. Only the "executor" can risk his life to restore the truth.
Shen Mo, the owner of a dilapidated antique shop, is also the only S-class non-staff consultant of the Special Investigation Bureau. He has a prosthetic eye that does not see living people, but only causes and effects; he has a revolver that does not kill the body, but only cuts off sinful karma.
But there is a price to pay for spying on the way of heaven. Every time he solves a case, he will randomly sacrifice a piece of his own memory. Maybe it's the smell of childhood, maybe it's the name of your first love, maybe... Who you are.
"I am forgetting the world, in order to prevent the world from forgetting justice."
Opening the notebook he carried with him, Shen Mo wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and lit a cigarette mixed with talisman ashes. "What's the price for the next case?"
