Under the mines in the Northeast, debts from eighty years ago are buried.
My name is Zhao Jingzhe, a temporary worker at a funeral parlor. In order to collect dialysis fees for my mother, I took on a strange job - guarding my grandfather's coffin for one night. From then on, the shadow I saw had a name, and the whistle I heard had its origin. The three hundred miners who refused to leave called me the night watchman.
Someone wants to disturb what's under the well. Move.
Just step on me, Zhao Jingzhe.
