What? Turns Out I'm a Deduction Genius

Other people’s detectives see through the truth at a glance, blurt out the answer, and look impossibly cool.

Shen Du?

When he enters a dream, all he sees is a cloud of fog. When he finally gets a dead soul to speak, its first words are: “Save me.”

And then?

Nothing.

“Does your spirit-communing ability come with a subscription that you forgot to renew?” His partner, Zhao Heng, teases him with that every time.

But those are the rules. The dead can speak, but that doesn’t mean they tell the truth. Spirit-communing points the way, but it doesn’t give you the answer. He has to find the rest himself.

So Shen Du investigates.

Locked-room murder? Investigate. Unsolved poisoning? Investigate. An alibi? Investigate that too.

When he’s investigating a dead-end that everyone else thinks is hopeless, he steps forward and unravels the truth, one piece at a time, right in front of everyone.

“You missed a step.”

The murderer falls to their knees and confesses. The whole room falls silent.

Zhao Heng beams beside him. “Not bad, Shen Du!”

Shen Du turns around, expressionless, and thinks:

What? So I’m a genius at deduction after all?