Three years ago, my mother suddenly lost contact with her, leaving only an old phone with the Chinese character "boat" engraved on it in a grocery store. On the day of house demolition on a rainy night, I was knocked down by a grabber while picking up the phone to live broadcast, and nosebleeds seeped into the cracks of the old phone. Suddenly, the phone that was turned off suddenly lit up and automatically broadcast the blood-bound death mission of "Netherworld Personnel": to solve the 444 ghosts in the house within 24 hours. The lack of witnesses also reduces the success rate.
The night I was forced to take over the task, I bumped into the live broadcast blogger Xiaoman in the haunted house. Her soul-soothing earphones combined with my brute force broke the situation, but the mobile phone threw up new challenges: the hospital's corpse lamp concealed the secret of the organs, and the seal of the abandoned middle school had my mother's name written on it.
The more I travel, the more frightened I become: the "paper bank" behind the scenes actually turns the resentful spirits into "memory nutrient solution" that can help the powerful to survive. The mother's "disappearance" is basically a way for them to accuse her of "dereliction of duty".
The mysterious Karen Su made me even more confused: my mother's last words in retrospect were "Don't believe her", but every time the evil spirit drove me to a desperate situation, it was the dark purple mole at the end of her eye that lit up to block the evil spirit.
Every time I complete a task, my hair turns white, and the countdown to my life span is worse than a wraith. When I touched the eighth lock of white hair, the keel at the bottom of the well reflected the shadow of my ancestors: The mirror pattern is the key to breaking the situation, but it will make me forget all the important people.
This mobile phone contains conspiracy, truth, and the bonds built with Yangshou. I finally understand that what I have to fight is never the evil spirit, but the evil ghost who treats human life as consumables and memory as a bargaining chip. But when the chess game is over and I hold the key to victory, can I still recognize the person in front of me?
