On my twenty-fifth birthday, I cracked open the first walnut left by my grandfather and kowtowed to the beggar under the overpass as instructed. However, I escaped a kidnapping and met policewoman Gu Wanqing. On the wedding day, the photos in the second walnut made me run away from my fiancée and go far away. Three years later, in the happiest moment, I cracked open the last walnut, but the note told me to smash all the mirrors. The mirror is broken, and behind it is the corpse of a strange man. And my current girlfriend, who has been accompanying me tenderly, is holding a knife and asking me softly, do you still believe in your grandpa now?
