My name is Lin Xiao, and I do the work of helping dead people pack their belongings.
To put it mildly, he is called a "relic clearer", but to put it worse, it means - when someone dies, I go and evacuate his house.
But I do this job differently than others. Because I have a secret: I can see the emotional memories in objects.
By touching an old photo, I can see what this family looked like on their happiest day. When I encounter a suicide note, I can tell whether the person who wrote it was crying or laughing. In the past three years, I have seen blue sadness, red anger, and the gray regret that lingers like fog.
I always wear padded gloves while working and never let my skin touch anything directly.
It's not that I'm timid. There are some truths, and once you know them, you can't look back.
Until I got the job—a woman who had been missing for fifteen years had just been declared dead and had an apartment waiting for me to empty.
Her nephew stood at the door with red eyes and handed me a bunch of keys.
When I took the key, there was a hole in my glove.
In just one second of contact, I saw the secret that he had hidden in his heart for fifteen years - it was not a "disappearance" at all, but a murder. And the next one to be targeted is me.
What makes my back even more chilling is: this woman may have something to do with me.
My mother.
My biological mother died fifteen years ago.
But now I have doubts - she's not dead at all.
In other words, she died twice.
Once she was alive, and once she wanted to tell the truth.
Now it's my turn.
128 Pairs of gloves, 128 touches, 128 secrets of dead people.
And the 128th one is my own.
Concept: The concept of this novel can be summarized as: "Seeing other people's regrets is to let go of one's own obsessions." More completely, there are three layers of progression: 1. Surface layer (suspense shell): Relics can speak, and the truth needs to be heard - every forgotten deceased deserves an explanation. 2. Middle level (emotional core): The real cleaning is not to throw away things, but to say "I love you" to those who have no time to say goodbye. 3. Deep level (growth line): By touching the regrets of others, the protagonist finally learns to touch his own wounds - taking off those gloves and embracing this imperfect but worthwhile world. One sentence summary: "Fulfill the wishes of the dead and find your way home for yourself."