When Cheng Weiwan was five years old, he saw numbers above other people's heads for the first time. The neighbor old lady's number was [0004] - she left four days later. At the age of twenty-five, he finally understood: those numbers were countdowns, calculated in days.
He never dared to look above his head.
Until one rainy night, a strange man broke open his door and pointed at the top of his head, trembling: "Why is the top of your head golden?"
Cheng Weiwan saw his number for the first time:
? ? ? ? ·Uncountable]
The man said: "I have been looking for three years and only found you. But you have to find the next one quickly."
"Why?"
"Because someone is purging you. The golden ones are all targets."
