In the shack in Maple City, Li Jinzhi called me.
"Qin Zhen is dead, did you know?" He asked me.
"When?" I was surprised.
"About six hours ago!"
"What a shame!"
"So who are you?" I could hear the tremor in his voice.
I curled up my lips and hung up the phone. The crazy woman lay quietly on the bed. Like a twenty-year-old child, there is a big mirror in front of me. I touched my cheek, and the seven sticks were still touching my face tightly...