She can hear the words the dead left unsaid, but every sentence she hears makes her forget a little more about herself.
Twenty-four-year-old He Zhi runs He Ji San He Zhai, a paper effigy shop passed down through three generations. She only takes a job after hearing one thing: "Tell me the price first."
A double-bodied paper figure, an empty cabinet, thirty-six paper figures set in the wrong places, a ledger with its names erased... She thought each job was simply about helping someone pass on, but what she uncovers are crimes committed by the living.
She gives closure to those who could not speak their minds, at the cost of forgetting herself bit by bit: forgetting things, forgetting faces, forgetting why she picked up these scissors, until she can barely remember the two characters in her own name, He Zhi.
Some people remember for her, while others are waiting for her to forget everything.
Folklore mystery × strong female lead × episodic cases. The ghost stories are the shell; the human heart is the core.
In the end, all this craft leaves her with is one sentence: "Tell me the price first."
I quite like this kind of novel. It feels bland. He Zhi didn't even say a word about He Zhi missing his grandmother. It can be seen that He Zhi misses his grandmother very much. After reading a few chapters, I always feel very sad. I like it.