I, Bai Wu, have a psychic physique and can dream about the case. As the saying goes, every wronged person has his own owner, and every debtor has an owner. If the enemy's owner is dead, they all come to me.
Er Mao, I was young and opened a private detective agency after resigning from the JC Bureau.
This time in my dream, I heard the cry of an old man.
What kind of story happened on a dark and windy night?
Purpose: A Spiritualist's Practical Notes