My Fortune-Telling Is So Accurate, Every Hong Kong Police Chief Has Their Eye on Me

(The neighboring novel, Is Sewing Up Corpses That Hard? Forensic Experts Across Hong Kong Beg Me to Take Them as Apprentices, is now out!) [Period Setting + Mysticism + Light Forensics] After failing her tribulation, Ye Zhiyu, an inheritor of the Celestial Master tradition, wakes up as a child bride destined to die miserably as a villain in a period novel set in Hong Kong.

Ye Zhiyu feels the two dimes in her pocket, then heads to set up a fortune-telling stall beneath an overpass.

Other stalls hang up Bagua banners. Not hers. The only thing on her shabby piece of cardboard is two big words: Fortune-Telling!

"Miss, your boyfriend dismembered your daddy and hid him beneath the floor tiles in your home."

That very day, the police find human remains beneath the floor tiles of a rich tycoon's villa and confirm that the victim is the young woman's biological father, a tycoon himself.

"Brother Shan, with your ghostly romance luck so strong, how could you ever meet your true love? She's a ghost bride!"

Three hours later, Ah Shan looks at the graves covering the mountain and bursts into tears.

"Handsome, your gold aura is tinged with yin. Your good fortune has been stolen, and your family will suffer too!"

The tall man, whom Ye Zhiyu had read as destined to bring misfortune to his closest relatives, looks at the familiar swindler before him and twitches his brow. In the end, unable to bear it, he takes a hundred dollars from his pocket and sets it at her feet.

Ye Zhiyu: "?" What a nutcase! It's not like she's begging for money!

Is the girl beneath the overpass who tells fortunes by shouting really a master diviner?

The twenty-year serial murder case is solved, and the key figure turns out to be that little loudspeaker beneath the overpass?

The villain who passed by countless times without ever getting a name: Sorry, this one's my wife!