Reborn in 1955, I became an ordinary fitter in the courtyard.
The second uncle Liu Haizhong squatted under the locust tree and picked at the cracks in the bricks, chanting "There are ears in the cracks."
Jia Zhang stared at the water tank and said that the reflection inside was imitating her, but its movements were always a little slower.
Silly Zhu was chopping meat in the kitchen in the middle of the night, but there was nothing in the pot.
The neighbors went crazy.
Only I know - they are not crazy, they just see the world as it really is.
Because there is a "cognitive filter" hidden in my eyes that can see the truth of everything clearly.
This is no ordinary courtyard house.
This is the hatching nest of the Great Old Ones.
And I want to open a mental hospital here.
