[IQ online + thriller + suspense + plot + heroine]
(It's not routine, it's not invincible, it's not systematic, it's not brainless, it's not a good article, please be careful if you mind.)
Before she died, my grandmother held Su Tang's wrist and repeatedly warned: "If you hear the sound of threads in the closet at night, don't open the door - it is sewing the shadow. By the seventh stitch, the shadow will walk on its own."
Su Tang, who returned to his old house to take care of his funeral affairs, could not escape the sound of "rustling" after all. In the dark brown camphor wood wardrobe, gray threads are running along the fabric, sewing a human figure with missing legs, and her shadow is being quietly wrapped in threads.
The thirty-year-old case of my grandfather's disappearance, the strange record of "In July and a half, the wardrobe is hungry" in my grandmother's spool book, the dark red fabric oozing from the depths of the wardrobe, and the "backlash" caused by every old thing stuffed in... When the tip of the seventh needle pierced the shadow, Su Tang discovered that what the wardrobe swallowed was never people, but memories marinated in secrets.
The sins sewn into the eyes of the cloth, the obsessions entangled in the gray threads, and the smell of blood masked by the aroma of camphor wood, were following the thread spools from the craftsman family of the Republic of China to her bloodline - it turned out that she was already the seventh person to be targeted, and in the deepest part of the wardrobe, there were truths that the entire family did not dare to touch.
"After it sews the shadow, it's time to sew you." When her grandmother's voice rang in her ears, Su Tang's hand holding the copper scissors finally fell on her own shadow.
Very pretty