It is located in Lewistown, Montana, near the US-Canada border, covering twelve thousand acres, and was acquired in 1989. However, in 2001, the ownership of the farm changed hands, transferring from Miles Foster to Chris.

Chris knew that was the second year after the original owner was adopted by Miles Foster.

Judging from this transfer of the farm, Miles Foster truly cared for Chris.

"People's feelings always change."

Chris didn't feel much about it, after all, he was no longer the original Chris.

He put the deed away, set it aside, and turned his gaze to those notebooks.

August 6, 1971, sunny.

The Wah Ching and the Chee Yuen Tong fought on the street again. Mom and Dad closed the shop early in the morning. I tried to sneak a look and got scolded by Mom.

I saw Aaron get hacked by someone, not sure if he's okay.

December 24, 1971, snow.

Christmas, another fight.

Dad said the Chee Yuen Tong's grandpa died, so their people seemed to have gone crazy, all over the streets.

Aaron died, I heard he was killed by Vietnamese. I'm really scared.

March 2, 1973, sunny.

Mom and Dad went to get supplies in the morning, passed by Mulberry Street, something happened!

I didn't cry. Dad said I'm a man, I can't shed tears. Damn Wah Ching, why are they fighting every day?

One day, I'll kill them all and avenge Mom and Dad.

Kill!

May 6, 1975, light rain.

Today is my birthday, I'm sixteen, but I dropped out of school.

After Mom and Dad left, business at home got worse and worse. Uncle Uncle Jack next door kept persuading me to sell the shop, but I couldn't bear to. But I can't get supplies, and I can't make money. I know it's Uncle Jack playing tricks.

I held on for two years, but I can't anymore.

So I won't hold on. I've decided to sell the shop to Mr. Davis.

August 17, 1978, heavy rain.

Mr. Davis was released from prison today. Richard Thompson and I went to pick him up.

He seems to have changed a lot, which makes me a bit scared. But I know Mr. Davis won't hurt me, so I'll definitely help him.

October 12, 1978, overcast.

Mr. Davis gave me a gun and told me to kill Stephen.

I'm not afraid, even a little excited.

That Stephen black guy always bullies us Chinese, I've wanted to get rid of him for a long time.

But my marksmanship is bad, what should I do?

October 15, 1978, overcast.

I killed Stephen!

But not with a gun, with a knife.

The knife Dad left me is really handy. Just one strike, Stephen was dead... Heh, turns out I'm pretty good.

April 9, 1979, sunny.

Mr. Davis and Richard Thompson led people to ambush Wah Ching's headquarters, more than a dozen people died.

They disappeared, but I know they're just hiding for now. The police asked me, but I really don't know.

All I know is, Mr. Davis wants me to find a way to get rid of Wilson.

No problem, I'll do it!

November 5, 1980, strong wind.

A year and a half, a whole year and a half, Mr. Davis and Richard Thompson finally came back.

They brought back a lot of money, probably several million, it's amazing. Mr. Davis gave me a hundred thousand, now I'm a rich man. But Mr. Davis won't let me follow him, I don't get it.

This year and a half, I helped Mr. Davis kill more than a dozen people, never failed, so why won't he let me follow?

Tomorrow, I'll go ask him.

December 31, 1980, heavy snow.

Today is the last day of 1980.

I heard there are a lot of people at Times Square, it's going to be lively, I want to go see.

But Mr. Davis called me to his house, Richard Thompson was there too... He gave me two hundred thousand, asked if I had abandoned the skills Mom and Dad taught me. Of course I said no.

Mr. Davis told me to open a funeral home on Bayard Street, and not to contact him proactively.

I don't get it, and I don't agree.

But Mr. Davis told me he's planning to open an incense hall on Baxter Street. And I'm his backup, his way out.

He told me, the gang's name is Ghost Gang, and I'm the ghost shadow looming over Chinatown...

Sounds pretty cool, I'm in!

Chapter 3: The Era Without Spirits

Sunlight, blazing.

Though it was only morning, the heat was already rolling in.

It was clear today would be very hot!

After a night of air conditioning, Chris stood up and stretched hard.

He had finished reading all the notebooks on the table. To be honest, they weren't complete, mainly Miles Foster's early diaries.

From Bayard Street to Baxter Street, then later back to Bayard Street, it completed a cycle.

Now Chris knew that Miles Foster had been in a gang, had been an assassin, and did private jobs for the 'Big Brother Mr. Davis' mentioned in the diary.

The diary only went up to '85. After that, for some unknown reason, Miles Foster stopped writing.

Chris walked out of the study, washed his face, and then came out onto the lawn.

It was hot, but not too bad.

At least it was more comfortable than yesterday's stifling heat.

After moving his body a bit, Chris started doing various exercises on the lawn.