I am an ancient book restorer and can see the dirt in books.
A murder occurred late at night in the National Library. A colleague stared at the surveillance camera and screamed before he died.
I pulled up the video and saw a Republican woman standing behind me - wearing a wedding dress and without a face.
Three days later, I received a red invitation.
"The Zhao family has a secret wedding, and I sincerely invite Chen Mo to be my bride. No retreat, no replacement, no regrets."
I opened the ancient book "Hundred Ghosts" and it read on the title page:
"Whoever restores this book must not miss a page. If you miss a page, you must make up for it by a life."
On the first page, I lost my shadow.
On the second page, my left hand started to fail.
On the third page, there is another me in the mirror.
Page four, page five, page six...
It turns out that I am the 100th sacrificer.
And the person who has been waiting for me for a hundred years has always been in my eyes.
