Crime Scene Cleaner

An accident split Xia Ji's life in two.

Before he turned twenty, both his parents were alive, and he was surrounded by gold, silver, and jade. He lived freely and carelessly. Apart from being unable to get in touch with his childhood friend, his life was practically perfect.

After he turned twenty, he lived cautiously. His father was dead, his mother had gone mad, and crushing debt forced him to grow up fast. The things surrounding him were no longer gold, silver, and jade, but vast pools of blood, traces left by badly decomposed corpses, swarms of mosquitoes and flies, heaps of rotting trash, and vengeful spirits lingering at crime scenes, unable to move on.

The only thing that hadn't changed was that he still couldn't get in touch with his childhood friend.

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Through the wide-open door, the entire house was covered in blood. The lingering stench of corpses drilled straight into Xia Ji's nose, despite the three masks he wore. He tugged at his now-long hair, which he couldn't bear to spend money on getting cut, and deftly lit incense to dispel the stench.

Holding his breath, he placed the incense in the burner, then rushed into the room, muttering, "If you have a grievance, there's someone responsible. If you want revenge, go after the culprit. Don't hurt the innocent, and I'll commend you for having a sharp eye."

Then he picked up his kit, got fully prepared, and began to clean.

That's right, he wasn't a Taoist priest who exorcised ghosts and evil spirits. He was a cleaner specializing in crime and suicide scenes.

In common parlance, a crime scene cleaner.

After the dead are taken away and all the procedures are complete, the cleaner is left to clean up.

The cleaner's work often involves extensive bloodstains, bits and pieces of people left by decomposed corpses, swarms of mosquitoes and flies, the stench of death, and garbage. It puts both their mental and physical resilience to the test.

Of course, those drawbacks seemed insignificant next to the advantages: a monthly salary of thirty thousand and a thousand in commission for cleaning each house.

At least, that's how it was for Xia Ji.

Even seeing the vengeful ghost of the person whose remains were scattered at certain crime scenes couldn't dampen his enthusiasm for making money.

Good pay, little work, and no more facing other people's sympathetic looks. Aside from all of the above and the ever-changing distance from home, the job was practically perfect.

That is, until one night after work, when a male ghost latched onto him. Only then did Xia Ji realize he'd been too naive. Making money was never easy.

Reader's Guide

1. A money-hungry recipient with an on-and-off ability to see ghosts whose fate was switched x a ghost king seme burdened with a blood feud. One-on-one, happy ending.

2. The era, locations, history, and supernatural lore in this story are all made up, so don't overthink them. The story is mainly told from the recipient's perspective, but the author ships the couple, so readers with strong preferences for one character should beware.

3. There are countless good stories on Jinjiang. If this one doesn't suit you, just move on. No need to tell the author if you drop it. The author's writing is amateurish, and writing advice is politely declined.

4. This blurb was written on April 26, 2025, and saved as a screenshot on Weibo. All edits are recorded.

Theme: Keep living with determination.