The Divine Night Bureau

A year ago, Zhou Xia watched her husband being buried with her own eyes. Grief-stricken, she accepted reality. A year later, her husband appeared at their door again on a rainy night. It was the same familiar doorway, the same familiar person. A man who had been dead for a year was gently knocking on the door. But when Zhang Fan took over the investigation, he discovered that this was no isolated case. More and more people who should have been dead were turning up as the clues unfolded. Their bodies were covered in dark green veins, and they seemed to be acting according to some kind of pattern. An abandoned flour mill. A phone call from the dead. A world beneath a red moon. A history that had been altered. And the ancient organizations hidden behind human civilization. Everyone said the gods had died and could never return to this world. But after experiencing it all, Zhang Fan knew that the true horror was not the gods’ awakening. It was that humanity had never understood this world. When every mystery finally pointed to the organization erased from history, he saw its name: The Divine Long Night Bureau.