The rain in Copenhagen makes no sound. At least Chu An always felt that way until 21:01. When he pushed open the door of the 24-hour cafe in Norrebro, the sound of old rain suddenly exploded in his left ear. Tick, tick, like wood splitting in the fire. Huai Xu is waiting for Chu Zhi in his previous life to complete the final touch of the fog station, waiting for his ninth tail to appear, and waiting for Chu An, the supernatural architectural investigator in this life.
Intention: The deepest obsession often does not trap the other person, but traps oneself.