In the old town of Jiangcheng, there is a "Wangui Tang" that only lights up at dusk.
There is no hierarchy in the hall, just a group of family members who support each other.
After Lin Qingwan took over this paper-making shop, he always felt that something was "off" with everyone in his family.
The grandma in the hall is a blind old lady.
She was always sitting in front of the stove roasting sweet potatoes with a smile on her face, but she never stepped out of the late evening hall.
Every time Lin Qingwan persuaded her to go out for a walk, she always touched the door frame and whispered: "It's windy outside, and my bones are too heavy to blow."
The waiter in the hall is named Amo, and he is mute.
He had extremely low self-esteem, and even dared not sit on a stone bench while eating. He was always hunched over, like a shadow that could not see the light.
But whenever it was quiet at night, Lin Qingwan could always hear him in the yard, facing the old locust tree, breathing extremely suppressedly, like a beast whimpering.
There is another regular visitor in the hall, Shen Yan from the forensic identification center opposite.
He was aloof and rational. He delivered a sweet-scented osmanthus cake on time every evening and helped Lin Qingwan grind bamboo strips.
But he seems to have no ordinary senses.
Even though he had just stepped into the morgue where the smell of corpses filled the sky, his body was clean and there was not even a trace of odor on him.
Until a bizarre "clay doll" case involved Wan Guitang in the whirlpool.
Soul-inducing sand, spoiled gardenias, the curse of immortality...
Those old accounts that had been deliberately buried finally came to the door.
Only then did Lin Qingwan realize that there were no ordinary people under this roof.
Each of them carries a shady past and a long-planned fate.
Intention: a place to go home at night