The whole city was acting, but Lu Chuan was the only one who didn't have a script.
As soon as the nightclub started, everyone became characters, only he was blank.
A cup of milk tea delivered to the old shopping mall pushed him to the death position, and also pushed detective Su Jianwei in front of him.
Lu Chuan could see other people's lines, but he couldn't see his own ending.
Every time he said something off-script, he would take a little bit of his life back from the script.
But the price is approaching him little by little.
The sister who disappeared ten years ago, the substitute protagonist who suddenly came to power, and the list of the dead that has been delayed in filling up.
This city is not acting.
It's choosing who will die first.
