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Huang Shuci, a newly graduated 18th-tier actor, rents a house and lives alone. His daily routine consists of being rejected in auditions and eating instant noodles.
Until a murder occurred next door, a weasel stepped on her face in the middle of the night and shouted "murder".
She suddenly discovered that she could understand animals talking and could see murder scenes in her dreams.
When the police came to take notes, she was shaking and in tears.
Turning around, he described the murderer's appearance and height clearly.
"How did you know?" The policeman asked.
Huang Shuci lowered his eyes, and his voice was as soft as chanting a curse: "I am Chumaxian... I saw it in my dream."
The weasel on her shoulders puffed up her chest: Yes, I am Huang Xian, a serious and well-organized person.
Police officer Bai Zhe'an does not believe in ghosts and gods, only evidence.
But he stared at Huang Shuci's appearance when he was channeling with his eyes closed, and for the first time he began to doubt.
Are there really things in this world that science cannot explain?
What Huang Shuci was thinking was: It's tiring to pretend to be a genius, but it's better than being treated like a lunatic.
Intention: Go away from feudal superstition and believe in science!
