A madman, a gambler, and a sister I grew up with. They all seemed to have something to say to me, but they couldn't say it at the critical moment. They only vaguely revealed a deadline, which was the third day of the Lunar New Year. After parting, they died one by one. The direction they were looking at was the taboo in the village: the peak of the human head; the mysterious phone call, the burnt paper, the huge strange shadow. What is the relationship between all these? Why did they all say the same thing when they were dying: You are finally back.
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