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The wind is howling on Wangxiangtai, but there is nothing you can do by the bridge. It is said that the gods are three feet away, and those who pity the wronged will burst into tears. Hate borrowed a big ax from Xingtian and went straight to the sky to ask the immortals and Buddhas. Now I use pen and paper to express my feelings, to clear up wrongs, judge cases and punish evildoers. --"Untitled" Murderous dolls, flying female corpses, cat monsters with human faces... Fifteen-year-old Lin Hao, after the death of his master, took refuge in Tokyo as a detective sister. He originally planned to spend the custody period safely, but he never expected to be involved in a murder...