1925, Shanghai Beach.
In the coastal streets of this century-old port, prosperity and squalor coexist, and brilliance and darkness intertwine. In the streets and alleys, there are merchants and people from all walks of life. No one knows what will happen tomorrow. Like a vivid picture, it may cause trouble at any time.
That night, along the brightly lit Bund, neon lights cast a woven glow, reflecting on the rippling Huangpu River. The bars and dance halls on the streets were bustling with people, the opium smoke was filling the air, and the bells were ringing, as if the pulse of the entire city was beating with it.
However, on such a night full of temptation and luxury, a corpse broke the superficial hustle and bustle of the city.
