Forgotten City

There are three iron laws in Wangchuan City: The living cannot get out, and the dead do not rot. Once the faceless statue in the City God's Temple is called, someone will die within three days. Eighteen-year-old corpse collector Shen Du looks at his arms first every day when he wakes up. It was full of warnings left by his own hand. Some have scabs on them, while others look like they were just carved on. He couldn't remember what happened last night, why he could always see the moments before his death, or even the people he had tried so hard to save. Until he and his master carried back an unknown corpse. Half of the little finger of the left hand of the corpse was missing, but it still had body temperature after death, and Shen Du's pulse was still taken during burial. On the verge of death, Shen Du saw a well. The reflection at the bottom of the well is laughing. The little finger of the reflection is also missing half. From that day on, paper figures opened their eyes, sang operas from the bottom of wells, coffins walked around the city, and the names of living people began to disappear from house numbers. Shen Du gradually discovered that Wangchuan City was not haunted. It is this city that is forgetting living people little by little. And every time he saves a person, he loses a piece of memory. In order to find out the old accounts behind the nameless corpse, Shen Du can only carve clues into his flesh and blood and pursue the truth before completely forgetting it. But all the missing little fingers, all the names that couldn't be mentioned, and all the warnings left on his arms, ultimately pointed to a name he didn't dare to remember - Shen Du.