At the same time, at the same place, there were thirteen jumping incidents in a row.
Twelve civilians, four policemen, and sixteen people died.
Is it a conspiracy or a coincidence?
Is it an innocent man seeking his life, or is it a deliberate murder?
At midnight, the death line rang again. As a small policeman, should I go or not?
I saw ghosts with my own eyes, the power of magic symbols showed, and I survived the catastrophe. Why did the police chief want me to close the case quickly?
Why did the staff of the Security Bureau ask me to sign a confidentiality agreement again?
When I was a child, what secret was hidden in the ghost-drawing talisman that the old Taoist priest tattooed on my left arm with blood-red cinnabar?
Should you bow to fate or raise your fist? Please follow me, a little policeman, to uncover a world unknown to ordinary people...
