The villagers use me to control the river, but they burn paper money and give me rouge every year - they are afraid of me.
Until the man in a suit squatted in front of my altar and picked up the lipstick on the offering plate: "1958 French antique model, but it's a fake."
I showed up and pinched his neck on the spot, but he smiled and stuffed a talisman into my palm: "Follow me and I will help you find the truth."
Later, in the attic of his detective agency, I raised my eyebrows at the photos of cases on the wall: "Detective Yin, are you collecting ghosts or relics of the dead?"
He reached out and wiped the blood rouge from the corner of my mouth: "What I collected are beautiful things that have been lost all over the world."
Intention: Whatever