Please Call Me Mr. He

It rains a lot in Jiangcheng, and there are also many ghosts. They are hidden in the mirror, hidden in the eyes of money, attached to the song. My name is Tsuru Yukawa, a person who doesn't want to get into trouble. But someone came to the door with money that was haunted, jade that demanded death, and records that sang about the souls of the dead. There is also a woman named Gu who always likes to expose her waist and dangle a bunch of broken copper coins in front of my eyes: "Mr. He, help me break the situation. The price is easy to negotiate." What can I do? I had no choice but to hold my old umbrella and walk into the wind and rain. Tell them, and tell those things that are not human: "My name is He Yuchuan. Or, please call me Mr. He."