When Chao Ge's scalpel sliced the village gentleman's throat, Qiu Yun was hiding in the ventilation duct. Hearing the boy's last whistle, blood foam blocked his throat - the chip that concealed the deep sea code was pressed against his hot skin.
In the melee in the wine cellar, the moment he crushed the fake chip, the real code had seeped into the bones along the village gentleman's ashes. When the special affairs bureau's black car took Chao Ge away, the man smiled at him through the glass, his lips colder than ice: "The iron chains in the basement of the villa, do you still remember the pain of being cut into your flesh?"
A year later, he spilled coffee in the hospital corridor, and nurse Varan's hair brushed the back of his hand, feeling as cold as the melting water of the Kunlun Glacier. But when the forged "bed photo" came, in which he was pinned down on the carpet of the villa by Chao Ge, the tooth marks on his collarbone perfectly overlapped with the old scar on his left chest - the suffocating feeling of being drugged that night suddenly came back from his throat.
When Varan dragged his suitcase and disappeared from the pier, Qiuyun squeezed the ring embedded with coral specimens, and his knuckles turned white: "Chao Ge, do you think you will win by nailing me to the pillar of shame?" He pulled open his shirt, revealing the spiral pattern carved by the scalpel on his heart, "This genetic code has long been grown with my blood!"
The symbiote deep in the ice sheet is awakening, and he has to catch up with the ship carrying the Sakura bookmark with scars all over his body - "You can't run away, whether it's the conspiracy in the deep sea or my heart that has been gnawed but not dead."
