This city has rules of its own. Most people simply can’t see them.
I can. An intersection has to see a car crash once a month, or the “Heart-Piercing Sha” will spread. In that popular apartment building, a woman about to get married must never look in a mirror.
My job is to diagnose these afflictions using the traditional four examinations passed down in my family: inspection, listening and smelling, inquiry, and palpation. Then I use feng shui and the Book of Changes to restore the twisted rules to normal.
But the latest case has just one rule: Whoever cures this city will become its next affliction.
