My name is Chen Dao, and I run a "paranormal activity agency", commonly known as the official designated scapegoat. The client who came today was the son of the richest man. His face was pale, and his whole body exuded the stench of a dead rat. Behind him stood a figure in red with bloody tears. His teeth chattered: "Master, I, I seem to have hit something evil..." I glanced at it, took a sip of tea, and calmly uttered two words: "Death Curse." He felt as if he had been pardoned: "Master, you are smart! Money is not a problem, as long as you help me solve it..." I raised my eyebrows I interrupted him with my hand, and with his expectant eyes, I said slowly, "I mean, you have been hit by the death curse of Southeast Asia, but the person standing behind you is the Chinese ghost in red." I smiled at him who was already frightened, "Congratulations, you have combined Chinese and Western skills.
