[Supernatural mystery + comedic everyday life + hot pot and food + episodic stories] [Sharp-tongued, laid-back occult master × scheming, cold-faced detective, a powerhouse duo who bicker every day]
Shen Du owns “Buji Pavilion,” an antique shop in Rongcheng.
On the surface, she sells antiques. Behind the scenes, she collects corpses.
Not dead people.
Things that have “died but refuse to perish.”
People in the trade call them Remnants. The mild ones confuse the mind; the worst devour souls and claim lives.
She was born with a gift for sensing meridians, and her naked eyes can see the flow of a Remnant's power and its fatal weakness.
While others scour the streets for ghosts with magical artifacts, she can spot the core with a single glance.
The old hands in the trade say, “A girl like her comes along once in ten thousand years.”
Shen Du says, “Enough flattery. The hot pot's about to burn.”
A bronze lamp holds a deceased collector's obsession with his wife and daughter, nearly evolving to Class B and devouring an entire construction site;
A bronze mirror has not a trace of spiritual power, yet a family of four's fear feeds it until it reaches Class C;
A small bell traps the soul of a woman who has been “gently imprisoned” for fifty years.
Behind every Remnant lies the obsession of someone still alive, unable to let go.
She collects corpses, but what she saves is the heart.
She can collect corpses, eat hot pot, and solve a case on the side.
Detective Captain Lin Zhao: “There's something wrong with that woman.”
Shen Du: “You're the one with a problem. Your whole family has problems.”
Lin Zhao: “...Does that include you?”
Shen Du: “???”
He believes in evidence and the law.
She believes in three ironclad family rules, and that anything a hot pot can solve should never take two.
(If the horror isn't enough, there's always hot pot.)
