In 2000, the millennium came. The old textile factory closed down, laid-off workers set up street stalls at the door, and Stephen Chow was playing in the video hall.
No one noticed that some things did not go away even when the new era came.
Chen Gui, nineteen years old, the last Mr. Yin and Yang. This skill was forced upon him by his grandfather before he died - when the bowl of incense ash was poured into his palm, he did not move away, and he could see ghosts from then on. But he didn't dare to use it. Use it once and your life will be shortened by ten years.
Until a woman moved to the opposite door.
Behind her was a wet child, wearing a blue school uniform, with water oozing out of his ears. The child's name is Xiao Kai, seven years old, and he drowned in a wild pond three months ago. He didn't remember that he was dead, he only remembered being cold and just wanted to go home to his mother.
Chen Gui wanted to run away. But he found that he seemed to have seen Xiao Kai's eyes before.
Nineteen years ago, in 1981, a child drowned in a dry well in a textile factory kindergarten. No one mentioned the name again, but every July and a half, people in the old factory area could hear the sound of water coming from the direction of the dry well.
Now, the contents of the well are out.
People in the old factory got into trouble one after another. Sun Laizi, Widow Zhou, Lao Wu, and Zhou Yan - Chen Gui's elementary school classmates, have just returned from the south to celebrate the New Year.
Chen Gui stood in the middle of the ruins holding the bowl of incense ash that was almost cold.
Someone behind me asked: "Sir, can you see me?"
He looked back. There was more than one standing.
It's time to pay off the old debts of nineteen years.
