For five years, Lu Chuan has been looking for his sister.
The same symbol is left at every X-rated cold case scene.
A circle with a vertical line in the middle.
That symbol points to a system called "Mirrors."
No violence, no coercion, just one thing - make you believe that there is no other way for you.
Then wait for you to say those three words.
"I do."
Lu Chuan touched the stain on the elevator button. It smelled like rust, dampness, and dry tears.
The screen squeezes in. A woman squatted in the corner, looking out from between her fingers, looking at the end of the corridor.
After the car accident five years ago, he would do this when he touched things. Doctors call it "tactile synesthesia." The police called him a "metaphysical consultant." Shen Zhiwei calls him "troublemaker".
But his ability was given by the "mirror".
He used the tools given by "Mirror" to find out the truth about "Mirror".
Three words appeared on the mirror: Stop looking.
Three more words appeared: Come to me.
He didn't know which one to believe.
Pure reasoning, no supernatural powers, his hands will hurt, malfunction, and occasionally he will be deceived.
