There is a legend in the Department of Psychology at BGI: In the laboratory of Mr. Shangluca, the former intern left a mantra before leaving his job——
"He is a good man, but he is a wall. The kind that Nuwa mends the sky."
I, Shen Rongyu, 20 years old, a third-year student in Traditional Chinese Medicine, was put into the laboratory behind this wall as an odor sample preparer through cross-school joint training.
On the first day of registration, he glanced at the birthmark at the base of my right index finger and said with a cold face:
"The position is too low, and experimental operations will contaminate the sample. It is recommended to cover it."
He couldn't sleep that night. He dreamed of a broken mirror, and a hand with orange-red nails stretched out from the crack to touch his face.
Another voice said: "You will die in a hand stained with impatiens juice."
He didn't know whose hand it was.
But I know.
In his previous life, his name was Shanglu, the hexagram master of Fuyu Mountain. He could count all the people, but he could not count me.
He owes me forty years. Before he died, he said: "It will be up to you in the next life."
——He figured it out. But in this life, I have to make him admit his guilt first.
Intention: In the past life, you counted all the people in your life, but you missed me; in this life, you owe me an acknowledgement, and I will wait for three years for you to remember.
