When the world starts to forget you, how do you prove that you existed?
> Architectural photographer Lin Mo discovered that Grandma Chen, who lived alone across the street, disappeared mysteriously in the old apartment she rented. What's even scarier is that all the neighbors insist that the house has been vacant for many years.
> On a rainy night, through the telephoto lens of his camera, he saw a gray-white figure emerging in the window of Room 301 - a faded silhouette that was mechanically repeating the action of watering flowers.
> When he tried to pursue the truth, a curse came quietly: traces of social media disappeared, memories of acquaintances were confused, personal belongings were inexplicably dusted... He was horrified to find that he was becoming the next "forgotten".
> In order to fight against death, Lin Mo was forced to go deep into the cemetery of city memory.
> Dead jasmine pots, yellowed unsent letters home, broken diaries buried deep in the archives... Every clue points to a deeper darkness.
>The truth about my mother's disappearance is actually closely intertwined with this plague of oblivion.
> Before you open this book, make sure someone remembers your name.
