Mountains and Seas: Day Pupil

The two hundred and thirteenth day of the long day. The sun stood motionless in the west. The clocks were out of whack, and no one could tell how much time had passed. Everyone only recognizes the sound of the watchman's clang. If the bangzi is struck three times, it is considered "night". Lin Zhao, who studied in Western medicine, developed the first red lines on the back of his hands. He can't sleep. No one who has been "seen" can sleep. As soon as you fall asleep, you sink and never come back. His wife Shen Que died in Zhongshan three years ago. But she began to send him messages - in the mirror, in the puddles, in the noodle soup. "It's getting dark." "Don't look in the mirror. He sees in the mirror." "Don't ask Captain Li. Don't ask Zhong Shan." Lin Zhao knew that she was already in Zhongshan. Half herself. The other half, is something else.