I held the rusty key that my sister had left behind before she disappeared, and I felt the crack in the midnight junk shop.
"Want to find Lu Xing? Finish repairing this pen first." The woman wearing a mask pushed the pen over, and the black ink seeping from the tip condensed into "72 hours" on the table.
While being repaired, the pen suddenly trembled - I saw my sister being chained to the glowing black core, her face becoming transparent little by little.
The clock began to turn backwards, and the sound of electricity heard by the dead came from the radio: "Welcome to the memory corridor. Those who fail the copy will never forget who they are."
It turns out that each copy is a forgotten trauma. I received a call for help from my sister on the midnight radio station, saw the bloody words left by my mother in the watchmaker town, and discovered the ferocity behind my father's mask in the family's old house...
When the three keys were combined to form the heart of the corridor, I finally saw the truth clearly - my sister had voluntarily become a container of resentment, and I had long been the last step in her plan.
"Brother, don't touch the seal." Her voice came from her core, "Forget about me, only then can you survive."
But the key is already hot, just like the hand I didn't hold back then.
