A bloody, brutal murder had shaken the city.
The prostitute Yuanyang was found dead and naked on her embroidered bed, her body slashed again and again, drenched in blood.
The authorities proved utterly useless at catching the killer. They could not find so much as a single suspect.
Just as rumors were flying everywhere, a young victim came to my stall.
With the only five copper coins she had, she begged me to find Yuanyang’s murderer.
Me: “?”
But I was only a fortune-teller.