Under the bright surface of this city, there flows an underground river called desire. It silently erodes the foundation and breeds plaque in the gaps between steel and concrete. We are used to looking up at the neon lights, but turn a blind eye to the cracks spreading beneath our feet—until one day, someone falls into it.
The golden thread of greed, the lava of anger, the cocoon of delusion, the rock of hatred, the twisted locks of love, pure evil thoughts, the quicksand of sinking... Seven faces, seven different paths. They are not the whispers of the devil, but the lines of souls cracking under pressure. They are the tracks of ordinary people who are dragged by the inertia of darkness after letting go of the moral reins at a certain moment.
This book is not a book of judgment. It is a microscope, aiming at the cell mutations before human nature decays; it is a scalpel, cutting open the skeleton called "common sinfulness" under the indifferent fat layer of "what does it have to do with me?" When Chen Mo signed the fate-changing contract, when Lin Wei clenched her trembling fists under the operating lamp, and when Shen Man took the gold-gilded room card - they thought they were choosing a shortcut, but in fact they stepped into a carefully disguised sacrifice site.
At this moment, please follow me into the shadow folds of Xingang City. Listen to the last echoes before being swallowed up: the sharp sound of the golden thread breaking, the crack of the cooling lava, the sharp sound of the cocoon breaking... And the heavy heartbeat when you and I hold our breath to recognize the outline in front of the mirror.
