Living Together for Three Years: the Three of Us Lived Like Clear Soup Noodles

In the third year of the shared tenancy, the landlord gave me an ultimatum: Three days, one thousand and fifty, or get out if you don't pay. We thought we would be fine if we got through this period. Until I discovered that there was an extra mark on Jiang Lan's medical record that shouldn't be there. I had seen that mark in the pit in the back mountain - on the body of an eight-year-old girl. It turns out that the darkest thing in this city is not the night, but the people wearing white coats.