My name is Shen Gui. The day I received the news of my grandma's death happened to be the day after I was diagnosed with cancer.
I rushed back to Shenjia Village for the funeral, but there was a paper mannequin exactly like me placed in the mourning hall - the same face, the same mole, and the same birth date. People in the village said that the grandmother stabbed it with her own hands before she died, saying that she was "to protect her grandson from disaster."
The paper figures should have been burned in the first seven.
But on the first seven nights, the paper man disappeared.
From that day on, everyone in the village began to call me another name: "Shen Gui? Aren't you dead a long time ago?"
And I gradually discovered that my grandma's death, my illness, and every household in this village were all connected by a piece of yellow paper——
The paper man replaces the life, not the disaster, but the whole person.
Who am I? Is it a living person, or a... Paper man who thinks he is still alive?
