Under One Person: Master Tian Only Taught Me the Art of Condensing Light

[No system + black humor + solid writing] Statement, 22 years old, owner of an incense shop in a small town in western Hunan. The main job is making paper people and paper horses and selling paper money, and the side job is... Using the light condensation technique as a flashlight. His biggest ideal in life is to eat and die - to keep the shop from closing and to keep eating rice noodles. Lao Zhou Bie from the rice noodle shop next door always teases him. Until early that morning, a man in a gray jacket who claimed to be a "temporary worker everywhere" stood at the door of his shop and handed over a photo. "There are sixty-seven cases of collective malfunction of alien skills. We need someone who can 'see' the cause of the disease." The statement took a look at the photo and leaned the bamboo ladder against the wall. "I am a paper money seller, not a doctor who treats patients." "But what you can see, others can't."