The property rights of a hospital have been a mystery for thirty years, and the tenants abide by the iron rule of "not publicizing the scandal of the family."
When freelance journalist Li Mingyuan moved into this spider-webbed quadrangle, he recorded with his body camera: the mysterious documents compiled by the docile female tenant late at night, the contradictory contracts signed by agent Zhao Hai with each household, and the yellowed property rights agreement washed out by heavy rain.
The fire destroyed the evidence, the recording tore apart the tranquility, but the burnt remittance slip revealed the developer's culprit.
Old residents, unannounced auxiliary police officers, and undercover tenants gathered together on a rainy night - when the sirens finally scratched the marks of the reporting calls on the courtyard wall, thirty years of silence and conspiracy suddenly collapsed under the live broadcast camera.
