Shanghai, French Concession in the Republic of China. No. 74 Xiafei Road, a gorgeous but decaying apartment building, is reporter Shen Mo's last hope - a close friend mysteriously evaporated here, leaving only a silent mystery. Stepping inside, the cold air seemed to freeze time. Every resident seems to be guarding a secret past. And every low hum of the antique elevator made Shen Mo feel that reality was quietly "distorted and misaligned."
The sound of the piano is the only comfort in the middle of the night, but it also hides secrets. Lin Wansheng was like the shadow of this building. In the depths of her cold eyes, there was an almost paranoid pursuit of a lost figure. When Shen Mo's investigation touches the dusty restricted area of the apartment, the two are forced to get closer in an invisible whirlpool. The accidental touch of fingertips conveys warmth, as well as each other's deep-seated wariness.
Trust walks on a thin ice between truth and fiction. Neighbors have conflicting memories, and yesterday's death is a joke today. The familiar corridor suddenly seemed unfamiliar, and the invisible gaze was like a gleam on the back. Every opening and closing of the elevator car may lead them to deeper cognitive collapse. And the coveters lurking in the dark are waiting for them to be completely swallowed up by the "inhuman secret" of this building.
A bloody cloud of suspicion hangs over No. 74 Xiafei Road. Can Shen Mo and Lin Wansheng pierce the mystery of this giant beast that devours living people before their minds are completely lost? And will the price of the truth make them the next eternal sigh echoing in the apartment? The whisper of fate is waiting to be revealed in the mist and rain of the concession...
