At 3:17 in the morning, I saw an old lady who had been dead for three months dancing in the square downstairs.
He rubbed his eyes, still beating. I pinched myself, but I was still jumping.
This isn't the first time.
In an abandoned textile factory, a loom has been spinning by itself for forty years. A Ming Dynasty official stands on the surface of West Lake, bowing to the north on time every day. Under the Qiantang River bridge pier, the shadow of a soldier was patrolling back and forth. In the main hall of Lingyin Temple, there was always the sound of sweeping the floor in the early morning, but there was no one on the ground.
Only I can see this series of supernatural events.
Every time he appears, the pocket watch left by his father gets hot - he disappeared twenty years ago.
I had no idea what these "things" were or why they were looking for me.
But the pocket watch told me:
The answer will come the next time you have a fever.
