Her Building

In an old apartment building that was only rented to single women, four "accidental deaths" occurred in five years - falling, drowning, and fire. The police classified all of them as suicides. The night that 28-year-old former forensic doctor Lin Zhao moved into Room 302, another person fell upstairs. There was white putty ash embedded in the nails of the deceased that should not appear on the third floor, but the police turned a blind eye. She looked through the files and found out: the last woman who lived in 302 fell to her death three years ago, and the last one died in a fire - that was her mother, and official records showed that she died in 1996. The Chinese teacher in 301 next door said, "More than four people have died in this building." The psychology graduate student in 403 across the door said, "Aunt Fang's throat was cut" while nibbling spicy sticks. A reporter who claimed to have been investigating for two years sent a photo from 20 years ago - her mother and the landlord Aunt Fang were standing in the same row, with identical red strings tied to their wrists. Sneaking into 401 late at night, the four walls were covered with the last words of the deceased; the ledger in the underground darkroom listed thirty names "to be processed". All clues point to Shen Henian, the owner of a local "marriage consulting company". The "Women's Mutual Aid Association" he ran twenty years ago is an underground network that specializes in screening, domesticating, and dealing with "unqualified" women. Her mother did not die after being "processed" - she is still imprisoned in the Shen family. And there is a deeper secret buried under the dead green plant on the windowsill of 302: Lin Zhao's biological father is Shen Henian's son Shen Fang. Every death in this building pries open the same door for her—— The truth she is pursuing is herself. Everyone is engaged in career, no CP, female group portrait chases the murderer