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An evil person's plan gave me special abilities. This ability has always troubled me. After all, if I could see ghosts, I would be regarded as mentally ill if I mentioned it. Until I thought of a good way to reconcile with my eyes, that is to solve murder cases! I thought I would soar to the sky, but I was wrong. After all, I can see ghosts, but ghosts don't listen to everything I say. Murder cases one after another constantly refreshed my outlook on life, and the bizarre motives for committing crimes also constantly refreshed the bottom line of human nature. What has always troubled me is how to distinguish between good and evil, black and white. Are various criminal suspects pathetic or hateful? Maybe I can find the answer in my own story.