The Fortune-Teller Caught the Criminal Police's Attention

My name is Shen Zhiyi. I run a fortune-telling stall on an old street in Nancheng. It’s a family trade, and I’m the seventh generation.

Before my grandfather died, he told me, “If you meet someone who knows the Book of Divination’s Hidden Secrets, be careful.”

I didn’t take him seriously.

Not until the criminal police dragged me away from my stall in handcuffs.

Three corpses, three directions: east, west, and north. The killer is setting up an Eight Trigrams formation, with one trigram left to go.

I said, “The south. Li represents fire. There’ll be a fourth body within three days.”