This Case Is a Tough One. Call That Fortune-Teller

If I could see through other people, could I keep the past thirty years of my life from becoming a joke? The night I discovered my policewoman wife acting intimately with her old flame, She Daozi, a fortune-teller from the Ming dynasty, took advantage of my vulnerable state and entered my mind. He said I was destined for prison, but that after I survived the ordeal, my fate would transform into the "Seven-Colored Peach Blossom". I turned myself in for a crime. I ended up in the police station my wife ran, and signed divorce papers while I was at it. With five days left in my prison countdown, I used fortune-telling to get a murderer to reveal where he had buried his victim. After my release, my romantic misfortune arrived right on cue: my ex-wife's best friend, a vice president at my former company, a cold female CEO versed in psychology, a newly debuted painter... and my ex-wife, now remorseful and finally seeing the truth. One by one, they barged into my life. I thought this was just a story about solving cases, making money, and women coming after me. Until She Daozi said one thing on his deathbed: "The scheme I set in motion four hundred years ago, you're dismantling with your own hands." And the person hiding in the shadows had already been planning for twenty years.