On the first day of business, three burnt corpses were delivered to the funeral home. The director of the police station personally escorted the suspect and knelt in front of me: "Master Jiang, this beast said that the feng shui of your ancestral tomb hindered his wealth, so he burned your whole family."
I was silent for five seconds.
Then I dialed the number of the Yin Division: "Hello, judge? Help me check three people - the reincarnation of Huode Xingjun, the fate of Tiansha Lone Star, and a person born with yin and yang eyes."
There was silence for a moment on the other end of the phone: "Jiang Wan, what do you want to do?"
"Why not." I lit three sticks of Yin incense, watching the incense condense into blood in mid-air, and raised the corners of my mouth, "I just want to ask - can the authority of the underworld open a case and investigate in the earth?"
