Linglong, the poorest girl in the city's shared apartment, was so poor that she only had a hamster, a parrot and half a pot of dying pothos.
Until late that night - the hamster lay in her ear and said: "Someone is half buried in the flower bed downstairs." The parrot answered: "The murderer hasn't gone far yet. He is wearing a gray sweater and is a little lame on his left foot."
Linglong:? ? ? Aren't you two pets?
From then on, she was forced to step into the whirlpool of serious crimes. Cats can read residual memories, vines can lock the route of fugitives, and a century-old locust tree can recall all the sounds from three days ago... Everything is her eyes.
The cases are getting bigger and bigger, from dismemberment on the street to serial murders across provinces, from urban unsolved cases to supernatural murders involving immortal cultivators. Only then did she discover that her psychic bloodline actually came from an ancient spiritual family that was wiped out. Those "immortal cultivators" who use spiritual power to kill people and use forbidden techniques to mutilate corpses commit crimes that ordinary criminal investigations cannot touch at all.
And she is the only one who can judge them.
The serious crime teams of various provinces offered exorbitant prices to rob people, luxury cars and villas were piled at the door, and talented young men from various powerful families lined up to "undercover" beside her.
Linglong sneered: Come on, my hamster said your heart is beating fast - you are lying.
The state waved its hand: My daughter, there is a cross-border murder case, and my grandma needs you.
She smiled. As long as there is a blade of grass, an insect, or a leaf - the truth has nowhere to hide.
