The fog in the mountain village is wetter and thicker than in previous years. The fog that swept half of the village a year ago left a deep mark of fear in the hearts of the villagers - missing hunters, abnormal livestock, and strange sounds coming from the fog, all became taboos that they dared not mention as the fog dispersed. Only the shiny copper piece in the sleeve of female teacher Lin Wanqiu still retains the residual warmth of struggling in the fog.
But when the autumn fog once again spread over the old locust trees at the entrance of the village, wrapping the entire village in a white haze with unclear direction, uneasiness grew like a vine. Chen Lifeng stepped into the thick fog with a gun, and what he encountered was not just the blurry shadows wandering in the fog - some villagers locked their neighbors' doors for self-protection. Lin Wanqiu clutched the copper piece tightly, and what he saw in the fog were all kinds of human nature that were more chilling than unknown threats.
The copper piece heated up in the palm of the hand, reflecting the strange outline flashing in the fog, and also reflected the greed and cowardice in the eyes of the villagers. The truth about the disappearance a year ago, the secret hidden in the copper plate, the origin of the anomaly in the fog... As the fog thickens, the hidden scars of the past are revealed one by one. When strange sounds sounded in the fog, and when suspicion spread among the crowd, Lin Wanqiu finally understood: the fog is scary because of the deterrence brought by the unknown; and the complexity of human nature hides deeper complex entanglements.
This time, is it the unknown danger that is going to swallow people up in the fog, or the complex abyss of the human heart?
