The foreman spat on his face, and he lowered his head and wiped it off - the thick and hard callus on his index finger remembered the other thirty-seven lives.
Everyone thought he was a dock coolie who was bullied.
Only the dead know that he is the "judge" on the reward list of the Special High School - for every person killed, a cross will be drawn on the ledger.
Until that night, his "Spy Shadow Retrieval System" played back a frame in the traitor's study: a top-secret military command file was personally fed into the hands of the enemy.
Sender code: QS.
There is a ghost in Shanghai Station.
Thirty-seven blood debts have not been paid off, and the inner ghost is hiding among the three people around him.
While carrying sacks for the Japanese, he climbed over the wall late at night to seek his life - and every time he went back, he got closer to that name.
Close.
Too close.
He got so close that he discovered that the "ghost" might be the person who sent him passwords every day.
