In the spring of 1997, the Kowloon Walled City seemed to be submerged in water. It rained continuously for almost half a month. The sticky moisture got into the seams between the bones, causing the wall coverings to swell and fall off, revealing the green and black mold spots underneath, which was the same as the dirty things hidden in this place.
Luo Feng's watch repair shop is squeezed into the most chaotic alley in the walled city. The shop is so small that you can't turn around. Inside, there are densely packed clock parts. Old pocket watches, old desk clocks, and half-baked electronic watches glow coldly under the dim desk lamp. He was sitting on a wooden bench, his back straight, incompatible with the clutter around him. He held a pair of tweezers, not much thicker than an embroidery needle, on his fingertips, and was playing with a German pocket watch from World War II.
