In Shanghai in 1948, there was a mystery hidden in every corner: How could undeliverable dead letters lead to a way out? Why do church bells form their own code? Why can a song by a singer and a game of chess by a young man save people from danger so many times?
The end of every bizarre story is accompanied by a question that no one can answer: "What happened next?"
No one knows, all the answers point to the same name - Hu Shanhai. And he died three months ago.
In the deepest darkness before dawn, this "unknown man" used his body to lay out a plan that spanned life and death. He exchanged his "no future" for the city's rising sun.
What happened next? Later, dawn has arrived. And the new life of all of them is his only, immortal follow-up.
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"You've been asking, 'What happened?'. Now, I'll tell you the answer."
"Later, spring came and the flowers bloomed, but the flower growers remained in that winter forever."
"Later, we stood here, and he lived in the memory of each of us, in every breath of this city. We are all his 'later'."
"You've been asking, 'What happened?'. Now, I'll tell you the answer." "Later, spring came and the flowers bloomed, but the flower growers remained in that winter forever." "Later, we stood here, and he lived in the memory of each of us, in every breath of this city. We are all his 'later'."