My name is Du Yuezhi, everyone likes to call me Ah Zhi. I live in Bailong Village. Three months ago, there was a weirdo living next door to my house. It's not weird at all. He just likes to drink and compose poems on the roof in the middle of the night every day. Everyone hates him, but there is nothing they can do about him. These are not the point. The point is that since he lived next door to my house, I have often encountered strange things...
Concept: Iron rods ground into needles