Murder Taboo

Before you read my story, I must clarify three things.

First, I am not a "good person" in the conventional sense. My friend who studies psychology even suspects that I have antisocial personality disorder. Everything I write here cannot be judged by traditional standards of good and evil, so do not attempt to bind me with your moral codes.

Second, I do not believe in ghosts or deities, nor do I worship them. Although the things I have experienced are strange and terrifying, they have nothing to do with the supernatural.

Third, for sensitive matters, all names of people and places have been changed.

My name is Fang Han. I once studied criminal investigation for several years at a prominent police academy in the capital, specializing in trace evidence. Later, I was framed and expelled for some unsubstantiated reason. I can still recall the look of triumph on the face of the one who set me up as he watched me leave. Later on, I saw that same person leaving a hotel with my girlfriend from the academy.

After that, I changed my contact information and drifted through society for many years.

If not for special reasons, I would never have attended the police academy. Such a useless place could never accommodate someone like me. As for what those special reasons were, I will mention them later.

After leaving the academy, I met many people, most of whom would be considered villains by conventional standards.

The story I want to tell begins with a case you can easily find online: "The Ghost Delivery Order."

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