In the 22nd year of the Republic of China, the fog in Shanghai was more haunting than ghosts. Even the neon "Liberty Light" on the lintel of the newspaper office was covered with only a faint yellow.
I am Shen Yan, the most unpopular "strange talk" reporter of the "Freedom Lamp". The editor-in-chief threw the "Shanghai Strange Tales" column on my desk, and said with a sting: "If you can't dig out any decent manuscripts, you will pack up and get out." In order to save my job, I went into the dusty old warehouse of the newspaper and dug out a stack of scrap manuscripts by my predecessor Chen Yanqiu at the bottom of the iron cabinet—— The pen words on the manuscript paper were soaked with water stains, as if they had just been fished out of the water: "The Lu family in Luzhi Town, Suzhou, every time a daughter is married, she will die."
