Wen Jin died on the eve of the deadline.
When he opened his eyes again, he turned into a woman. Fifteen years old, with a three-inch golden lotus, waiting to be married.
His only reliance is to read memory fragments by touching objects. Touching the edge of the bed, you hear the cry of a mother binding the baby's feet; touching the bronze mirror, you see the numbers left by the woman who hanged herself; touching the stone steps of the ancestral hall, you pick out the baby's nails embedded in the cracks.
The price is: the more you touch, the less clear you can be about which emotions are your own. The system warned him that if he continued, you might become one of "them".
And the person he was looking for was torn into pieces and scattered in every copy. A Chinese-style scary ancient house, a Western-style scary church, and a maze with strange rules.
Every time, Wen Jin would find him. Every time, we have to fight him back.
One sentence summary: He can touch all death, but death may not want to be touched by him.
Small Theater
Wen Jin: "My feet hurt."
Gu Li: "Be patient. When we get out, I will carry you."
Wen Jin: "Where are you?"
Gu Li: "You touch it and see which fragment has my voice, that's where I am."
Wen Jin: "... Speak in human language."
Gu Li: (laughing in a low voice) "I'm waiting for you to fight me well."
Wen Jin
Purpose: Those who are buried in the soil must have someone to live for them.