Ning Buxiu just wants to wait for death in that dilapidated "old objects restoration hall".
When a bloody black umbrella was brought into the store, he touched it and saw the truth about the massacre that shocked the city three years ago!
"Dead men lie, but umbrellas remember the direction of the wind that day."
From then on, police bosses, rich families, and underground tycoons lined up to visit him, just to beg him to "touch" the object in his hand.
Ning Buxiu: Stay two meters away from me. Please pay more. Thank you.
When he thought he was just a truth carrier, he found that all the clues pointed to that elegant and god-like man - Gu Qingyuan.
The ultimate game about memory, genes and evolution quietly begins under the shadow of neon lights.
