When Su Wan was desperate, she accepted a job as a sleep test in a haunted house. It was an old building in a village in the city, and it cost 50,000 yuan in seven days. There were three rules: don't go to the third floor at midnight, don't answer the call outside the window, and the live broadcast cannot be interrupted.
On the first night, a strand of black hair stretched out from under the door and wrapped around her ankle. What was reflected in the mirror was not her face, but a woman with black lines sewn at the corners of her mouth.
She survived, but there was a circle of blue-black fingerprints on her ankle. The fingerprints spread an inch closer to her heart every deeper minute, and when they reached her heart on the seventh day, she would become part of the wall.
The book of yin and yang was opened deep in her consciousness. This yellowed book told her: You died once. If you want to live, trade your yin virtues for yang longevity. Every time a deceased person fulfills his last wish, his destiny will be renewed for seven days.
From the haunted house in the village in the city to the old mansion of the Republic of China, from the bride of the river god in the water town to the last class of the elementary school in the deserted village, Su Wan locked the door for the woman who was built into the wall, sewed the wedding dress for the bride who had been waiting for eighty years in the mirror, and removed the stitches at the corners of the lips of the sisters who were sinking at the bottom of the well. Every time a person is stitched, there will be an extra line of stitches on her body. After seven stitches, she finally understood——
What these lines connect are not rules, but sounds. It was the last name everyone called out before being locked into a wall, sinking into the bottom of a well, or sealed into the depths of a mirror. Among those names, there is her own.
When Su Wan woke up from the freezer of a funeral home at the age of fourteen, she couldn't remember who she was. The seven stitches at the corner of her mouth were not her mouth, but her voice calling "Mother". She finished removing everyone's threads, but the thread in her heart was still connected to her. The person holding the other end of the thread has been waiting for more than twenty years, waiting for her to call "Mother" and catch the call that never landed.
