After suffering from insomnia for 327 consecutive days, He Xi met a man standing barefoot on the edge of the rooftop of an unfinished building.
He said: "Don't be afraid, I won't fall if I'm awake."
His name is Song Shi. There is no such person in the social security check, there is no such person in the household registration check, and there is no registration record of him even on the online ride-hailing platform. But he knew how many days He Xi had suffered from insomnia, the moment her partner died, and he also knew that those 47 missing minutes contained a secret that could frighten some people.
He Xi decided to get in his car.
That night, she found a crumpled piece of paper - the handwriting of her dead partner, with four words written on it:
Don't believe Song Shi.
Dead people cannot write. Unless he's not dead.
Song Shi looked at her in the reflector and said something even more terrifying:
"You didn't lose your memory either. You just hid things you shouldn't remember in your dreams."
Now, someone wants her to never wake up.
Some people want him to never dare to sleep.
And in every window that is lit late at night in this city, there is a pair of eyes that cannot be closed.
He is looking for them.
She is looking for herself.
Two people who dare not close their eyes, a stolen 47 minutes.
When you can't tell the difference between dreams and reality——
Being awake is the deepest trap.
