When a withered hand stretched out from the crack of the rental house door and placed a rusty kitchen knife on Lin Mo's doormat, he didn't know yet that the "bad luck" hidden in the old wooden box by his grandfather would make him the last knife holder.
"Find the fleeing shadow within three days. If you exceed the time limit, your shadow will be used to compensate."
The strange human face reflected by the blade, the shadow that could run on its own, the monster that gnawed the moonlight in the old school building of No. 7 Middle School... When the prophecies in his grandfather's yellowed account book came true one by one, Lin Mo realized that the so-called borrowing a knife was never about asking for money, but about asking for life.
And Su Qingyan, a girl with a mole on her left eye and a headless shadow, holding a black stone engraved with the word "yan" in her hand, happened to be caught up in his fate of being chased by time - the convenience store wall clock turned crazily backwards, the owner of the clockmaker's shop hid his third hand, and even the three-eyed baby at Wangji Grocery Store giggled into the air late at night.
"Those who borrow knives on credit are knives, and what they receive is karma." When Zhou Botong's crutch knocked across the bluestone road, Lin Mo finally understood the blood-soaked words at the end of the account book:
All knives given out on credit will eventually be cut towards oneself.
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