A mysterious invitation led Jiang Chen, an old object restorer, to No. 76 Huaishu Street on the edge of the city. Behind the rusted iron door, in an old house that smells of mustiness and decay, an old lady with strange eyes, a wooden box engraved with twisted totems, and a woman in a cheongsam with cold eyes in a photo frame formed the beginning of a nightmare from which he could not escape.
The totem mark that appeared on the palm of the hand, the sudden disappearance of the homeowner, and the black shadow flashing red under the hood turned this seemingly ordinary appraisal invitation into a life-or-death escape. When he fled with the bloody secret, he didn't know that he had pulled the chain of fate.
Freelance writer Ouyang Nana went to Huaishu Street to discover the stories of the old neighborhood, and her trajectory unexpectedly intersected with Jiang Chen's. While tracing the truth, the two discovered that those dusty old things contained a curse that spanned decades, and their names had long been written on the forgotten death list.
Every old thing whispers, and behind every door there are prying eyes. When the rust-colored door knocker on Huaishu Street turns, it echoes not only the past, but also the looming countdown to death.
