Scrap Shop, No. 7 on Ning Street

I was defrauded of millions, betrayed by everyone, and desperate, so I jumped on the rooftop of the murderous building. I didn't expect it, and I didn't succeed. Instead, the crazy old man took me back to the junk shop and forced me to stay vigil to pay off the debt. Every old thing in the shop is stained with the ghosts of the fire three years ago. Broken dolls, stopped pocket watches, faded letters, damaged pens holding unknown secrets, even the dry well in the backyard made the sound of chains mopping the floor at night. Others jump off the building as a relief, but I jumped off the building as a start! The left hand is holding the clues given by the resentful spirit, and the right hand is holding on to the tail of the fraud gang. In debt? I want to get my capital back with interest! Wrong soul? I will overthrow this filthy sky for you!