During the graduation season, Lin Xiao was so poor that he rented Room 302 of the old community for RMB 800 per month, but he didn't know that this was a "leak-picking" in exchange for his life - the hands of the mahogany clock in the corner never stopped at the present moment, but only moved backwards; the dark red rope inexplicably wrapped around his wrist, the tighter it was, the closer he was to death.
"Two people have died in Room 302 in the past three years. The first died at midnight, the second passed away at 11:30, and the next one is you." When the strange text message came, the minute hand of the clock was pointing to 11:47. In the glass of the clock, a woman in a white shirt smiled at her, with the corners of her mouth cracked to the base of her ears.
She threw the clock, but that night it rolled back into the corner, with bloody scratches on the clock face. She wanted to call the police, but a photo of herself throwing the clock popped up on her phone, with the figure in the white dress hidden in the corner. Just when the minute hand was about to jump to the death line at 11:30, folk blogger Chen Yan knocked on the door, holding a yellowed newspaper in his hand - Su Qing, a female teacher who committed suicide three years ago, was also wrapped in the same red rope before her death, and the pendulum of the clock was engraved with an unfinished word "Chen".
It is not only time that is reversed, but also the hidden truth; it is not only the red rope that is tightened, but also the obsession with life. When the clock added a dead person every time it moved, Lin Xiao realized that what she was renting was not a house, but someone else's death countdown. Is Chen Yan's appearance a redemption, or another more terrifying situation?
