Unnamed Account

In the autumn of the 15th year of the Republic of China, five people who did not know each other huddled in the patrol room all night. A forensic doctor, a fortune teller, a bag carrier, an accountant, and a body collector. After they came out, they went their separate ways, but then they bumped into each other again because of some things. They agreed to only investigate cases and not touch anything they shouldn't. But after searching again and again, I found that the things behind those cases were all the same - they had nothing to do with dead people, they were all done by living people. The more I check, the more something is wrong. Some debts are not owed by this generation, and some lives are not caused by this generation. The things they unearthed had been rummaged through by others before, and people disappeared after rummaging through them. No one among the five of them is special, has no background, and has no ability. They often don't even have enough money for a meal. Investigations rely on nothing but legs and mouth. When it's time to fight, when it's time to run away, one case is investigated and then the next, and no one knows when the investigation will be completed. Then something happened. The original five people dispersed. Do whatever you need to do, as if you have never known him before. Occasionally, someone squats under the wall to tell people's fortunes. In the middle of the fortune telling, they will look to the west. When asked what he was looking at, he said there was a sound in the wind. What the sound was, he didn't say.