Lu Yanchen runs an antique bookstore called "Dark Night Corridor". He has not seen the sun all year round, his face is pale, and his behavior is gloomy. He never interacts deeply with others, but he can always smell the smell of blood hidden under the cloak of civilization late at night. Because he is not an ordinary person, but a vampire noble who has lived for three hundred years. He has the golden finger "Eye of True Sight" - he can read the most secret desires and sins of the other party with just a drop of blood or a trace of breath. In this city, the prosperous philanthropist Lin Shihuan is known as the "Messenger of Light". He donates money, gives speeches, and hugs orphans with a smile. But at that celebrity auction, Lu Yanchen saw dozens of buried innocent souls just from the smell of old blood on Lin Shihuan's cuffs. The glory woven by hypocrites is like tissue paper in the eyes of vampires. Lu Yanchen did not intend to resort to violence. He wanted to use the most elegant way to let Lin Shihuan tear his mask to pieces on the most beautiful high platform. A game of wits, layout, and undercurrents begins. Every confrontation is a waltz under candlelight, and every slap in the face is an aria attached to the palm of the hand. The gloomy Eternal One is about to teach the hypocrites what true judgment is.
