Mirror Que Frost Cold

Qi Yuling was sitting in the back seat of a black Austin car, which slowly stopped outside the closed iron gate of the prince's residence. He raised his hand and gently rubbed the letter in his pocket. The envelope was plain white, with no signature or paint, and only four words written on the front: Personally addressed by Qi Yuling. After taking it apart, there was only a line of small words written in thin gold script inside. The handwriting was sharp and gave off a sense of oppression that could not be denied. "Come into the house on the night of the winter solstice and create a death story for me that no one can solve. Afterwards, you can get a hundred taels of gold and leave Shanghai without any further investigation." Invite a private detective to your door, not to investigate the case or to track down the murderer, but just to fake a death.