"By the way, Junior Brother, I remember you have a friend who's a police officer."

"Yes, there is one. He's a deputy captain in our city's criminal investigation team. Whenever he encounters mysterious cases, he seeks my help."

"Can you introduce me to this deputy captain?"

"Senior Brother, have you run into some trouble?"

"It's not about me; it's about Xiao He and his son. After they fished out the standing female corpse, the female water ghost sought justice from the boy. It involves many complicated matters."

"Could you tell me more about it?"

"The female water ghost came from a well-off family, but unfortunately, she got involved with a scumbag who had a peculiar fetish, which is..."

Chen Yuanshan narrated the female water ghost's ordeal in detail to Feng Shichao.

"That scum, that bastard! He deserves to die."

Feng Shichao, after hearing Chen Yuanshan's account, was furious.

"In these past few days, I've been thinking about writing an anonymous letter to the Public Security Bureau, reporting that this Chen Feng is involved in loan sharking and drug trafficking. However, upon careful consideration, this may not work. If Chen Feng has connections within the police bureau, it might tip him off. I've been pondering on how to handle this situation more effectively."

Chen Yuanshan sighed and explained his predicament to Feng Shichao.

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"Senior Brother, it's too late today. Let me contact the deputy captain tomorrow and bring him over. You can discuss this matter face to face."

"Junior Brother, I'm sorry to trouble you."

"Senior Brother, among us brothers, such words are too polite."

...When I woke up, it was already 7:30 in the morning, and I was lying on the bed in the small bedroom.

Getting up from bed, I went to the bathroom for a simple wash and then headed downstairs.

On the first floor, I saw Chen Yuanshan leisurely sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, sipping tea. In the alley, people were bustling, with everyone buying funeral supplies.

In this alley, whether people were buying or selling, it was rare to see anyone with a smiling face. They either wore a stern expression or frowned, giving an overall feeling of oppression.

"Chen Daolong, the owner of the coffin shop across the street, why does he dress so strangely? He looks quite peculiar."

I pointed to the owner of the coffin shop and asked Chen Yuanshan.

"He's called Luo Defa, a descendant of the Aisin Gioro clan from the Qing Dynasty. His father was the same. There's a saying, 'Like father, like son.' So, he ended up like this. Every day, he dresses like this, wearing a robe, leaving a long braid, and sporting a round hat.

Usually, everyone calls him Lord Luo, and he quite enjoys this title.

Although Luo Defa has a strange personality, he's still a decent person."

Chen Yuanshan explained to me while glancing at the owner of the coffin shop across the street.

"Chen Daolong, yesterday around this time, there were many people coming to you for divination. Why is no one here today?"

"This is how it is in our business. When there's business, people line up to come. If there's no business, we might not see anyone for two or three days."

I wanted to ask Chen Yuanshan to teach me how to draw symbols, but I hesitated. Feeling awkward, I decided not to bring it up and instead picked up the book of symbols on the coffee table, studying it carefully.

"You seem very interested in this."

Chen Yuanshan noticed me staring at the book of symbols and asked.

"Yes, these symbols seem quite mystical. I'd like to learn more about them."

"If you're interested, I can teach you a few things about drawing symbols. It's not difficult."

I felt a surge of joy at his offer.