My name is Long Zhiqiang, the captain of the Tujia criminal police in western Hunan. I do three things in my daily life: solving crimes, exorcising corpses (from ancestral traditions), and pretending not to be afraid of ghosts.
In Luodong Village, one person dies every year during the Ghost Festival, seven cases in seven years, secret rooms, green mold, and monitoring failures, leaving the whole team at a loss. Su Xiao, a Ph. D. In psychology sent by the provincial department, was more like a Terminator than me—she took photos of my tattoos and filed them on file on the first day, saying she wanted "study samples."
Forensic doctor Zhang firmly believed in the supremacy of science until he saw a corpse stand up and walk on his own, and he inserted a scalpel into his thigh to wake up. Technician Xiaoma's drone can accurately kill key witnesses (chickens) every time. There is also our non-staff consultant Grandma Qin, who is half-blind, but always hands over a sour radish soaked in snakes at critical moments: "Eat it to strengthen your courage."
I originally thought the murderer was some pervert, but in the end I found out that the murderer might be a mushroom, and it was living in the tattoo on my left hand, and it went out to kill people every year during the Ghost Festival. The most outrageous thing is that that mushroom is my biological sister.
This year's Ghost Festival, my name is written on the eighth preview list.
The whole team decided: either catch the real culprit or be destroyed by my sister's hyphae.
In short, there are not only corpse drives in Xiangxi, but also endless unlucky things.
