Late at night in Melbourne, there is a very ordinary massage parlor.
Wu Fan, 35, works here. Indebted, short of money, poor-mouthed, he knows a lot of things, but always makes his life a mess.
Until one day, an old man lay on the massage table and said only one sentence:
"Don't press your right shoulder."
From then on, he started to find some strange "marks".
Some people hide a past that they don't want to talk about in their shoulder wells; some people's bodies have long been healed, but the pain comes back year after year; some people show up on time every week, but never let anyone touch the same spot.
Meridians, acupuncture points, old injuries, human feelings, desires.
A person's mouth can lie, but his body cannot.
In the massage parlor, there are rich people, immigrants, gamblers, lawyers, athletes, beautiful women, and some people whose origins are unclear.
Wu Fan originally just wanted to make money to pay off his debts, but later he was gradually involved in the secrets of these people.
He unties knots for others and pays debts for himself.
But he gradually discovered——
Some marks can be opened by pressing.
Some marks will crawl along your hands and onto your body.
There is no invincible miracle doctor here.
There is only a group of people who do not understand themselves in the Melbourne night.
And a masseuse who is always nosy.
