Late-night radio anchor Chen Mo received a strange anonymous call.
"My sister cut her wrists and left, but last night I saw her combing her hair with her back to the mirror, but the face in the mirror was looking back at me."
Just as Chen Mo was about to open his mouth to comfort him, a nursery rhyme came from his earphones - a tune that his grandmother had only taught him when he was a child and had never mentioned it to outsiders.
The voice on the other end of the phone suddenly distorted: "My sister said you are next. She said your grandma is also listening."
Following the clues, he dug out a bloody jujube comb and an exercise book full of names under the demolition rubble.
Twenty years ago, the orphan Su Li was forced to die in the woodshed by neighbors. Her grandmother spent her life locking her remaining soul into a wooden comb and protecting her for twenty years.
She didn't ask for her life, she didn't want to harm anyone, she just wanted a belated apology.
Tonight, Chen Mo turned the live broadcast room into a "debt collection court".
"Say it, I'm listening."
