My name is Lu Chen. Before I transmigrated, I didn’t believe in ghosts or gods.
After transmigrating, I became a detective in the Major Crimes Unit in Jiangzhou City. I still believed only in evidence, autopsies, surveillance footage, and witness statements.
That is, until the locked-room murder on that rainy night. The victim had clearly just died, yet the death certificate had appeared in the System three days earlier.
The doors and windows were locked from the inside. The surveillance footage was blank. A bronze nail was clutched in the corpse’s hand.
The nail was engraved not with a spell, but a name.
When the fourth witness was still alive, yet their relatives, records, and household registration began forgetting them bit by bit, a cold prompt rang in my ears:
[Fragment of a broken underworld register detected.]
[Myriad Things Archive System, activating.]
From then on, I went from an ordinary detective to a member of the Night-Suppression Bureau, one step at a time.
Dragon-Tiger talismans, Quanzhen internal cultivation, Maoshan corpse suppression, Southern Border Gu magic, Xiangxi corpse trails, Northeastern spirit mediums, City God underworld offices…
Only then did I learn that beneath the lights of this modern city lay countless sealed supernatural cases.
Some wanted the old underworld to return to the mortal realm. Others wanted the living to kneel before ghosts and gods once more.
And all I had was a pen, a gun, a System, and one principle:
The living are subject to the law, and the dead deserve a name.
If a ghost harms people, I will subdue it.
If a person commits evil, I will arrest them.
If the old underworld wants to put the human world on trial…
Then it will have to get past me, Lu Chen, first.
