Corrupted Detective

The disorderly hoarseness was submerged in the depths of dust, and the vague fear and terror were the reality of everything. The goldsmith hammers and hammers day and night, just to extend the pain into gold ornaments as thin as cicada wings, and blasphemously inlay innocent patterns on the surface. Passing through the extremely dark abyss, the righteous man said: The world illuminated by the light is just a ruin overgrown with strange weeds. In front of Youran's filthy flesh and blood and incomprehensible existence, everything is insignificant. The great flood that descended from the gods wiped out all the past in ancient times. The bloody Son wept in the Tower of Babel. Falling apart and scattering is not just due to spiritual barriers. However, I just wrote down what I saw and heard, playing a supporting role. It is a work disguised as an urban supernatural power in a fantasy world of high martial arts, and many of its contents are mystery novels.