On that rainy night seven years ago, the sound of gunshots swallowed up all sounds. Bank auditor Chen Mo watched his master Liu Jianjun fall in a pool of blood, but could not hear his last words. For the next seven years, he woke up on time at 3:47 a. M. Every day - that's when the gunshots rang out.
Seven years later, a strange woman fell at the door of his house, holding a copper key engraved with "0" in her hand. She only said four words: Zhang Ya is dead.
Chen Mo didn't know who Zhang Ya was, let alone that a "seven-ring system" composed of seven ordinary people had been waiting for him for seven years. From the abandoned underground vault of Dongcheng Bank, to the family archives on the outskirts of Vienna, from the graffiti on the wall of the mental hospital, to the ginkgo tree covered with red ropes on the top of the Lotus Mountain - every fragment points to the same truth: Master's death was not an accident.
This is a road paved with seven lives. At the end of the road is himself.
