Guanhenlu

"I received my own relics at the scrapyard" Before his death, Master drove me down the mountain and left only one sentence: "Don't collect the corpse for me, go collect yours in the city." I took over Shunlai Pu, a scrap shop on the edge of the city. The front court collects scrap iron and paper, and the back court collects old things with cause and effect. In the first cart of goods, there was a stroller that couldn't be given away. There were three scratches on the inside of the hood, from the inside out. People in the building said the car was unlucky, so they threw it away three times and it was always at the door the next day. But they only talked about the car, not the people in the car. I used a skill called "asking about objects and observing traces" to see that rainy night—— Stairs, water damage, tip overs, arguments. No one dared to admit that moment. I thought it was just finishing things for other people. Until the wooden box entered the door, there was a death file lying inside. In the column for the name of the deceased, my name is written.