There was always the sound of grinding teeth late at night from the convenience store freezer. Lin Yanzhi, a college student, thought it was the aging of the refrigeration pipes. Until one early morning, he touched a hand with the coolness of bronze in the freezer - the silver chain pendant on that hand was exactly the same as the "Tripod Eye" fragment he had worn since childhood.
The embarrassment that the rent was about to double made him breathless. What was even weirder was that when the delivery boy was delivering food, he suddenly floated through the alley through the air. News from thirty years ago always popped up on the old mobile phone he picked up. The tripod factory worker in the photo had the same face as his father.
As the bronze hand in the freezer "beckoned" more and more frequently, Lin Yanzhi found that he could understand the words of stray cats - those cats always gathered in the back alleys of convenience stores at midnight and hissed in fear at the ground. He is forced to be involved in a secret that spans three generations: the descendants of the tripod guardians, the bronze tripod that can steal memories, the future prophecies hidden in old newspapers...
When Shen Ye's mother's silver chain cracked, revealing the retina sealed inside; when Zhao Xiaoya's grandfather's notes automatically showed the word "blood"; when Lin Yanzhi finally saw clearly the bronze wire coiled deep in the freezer - it was not a refrigeration tube at all, but the mother's blood vessels, following his shadow, quietly crawling towards the heart.
"You think you are guarding the cauldron? In fact, you are the vessel it chose." The mysterious man in a windbreaker left half of the cauldron with the word "forbidden" engraved on it, turned around and disappeared into the morning light. Lin Yanzhi touched the hot spot on his chest, and something was quietly sprouting under the skin there.
It turns out that the so-called guardians of the tripod were never the guardians, but the seeds planted by the mother tripod.
