Life is like dust, rising and falling in the light from the window. Some fall on the ground, and some fly into the sky; what falls on the ground becomes ashes, and what flies in the sky always lands. If you are lucky, it becomes ashes in the dark above the chandelier, invisible to people. Every particle of dust is praying. When the window is opened, a gust of wind swirls them away and flies out of this small world.
Yangnan City is this small world, a small city at the urban-rural fringe. The dust is dense and crowded, and most of it falls on the ground. Sanitation workers clean it up and throw it into the trash can.
Until the end of the year, a strong wind blew, which made people blind.
"At about 5 o'clock in the morning on November 23, 2006, sanitation worker Li found a body while cleaning the trash cans in a residential area and called the police. According to the preliminary judgment of the police, this area was not the scene of the first crime, but the murderer dumped the body here. The victim is a young woman and has no relevant identification documents. If you have any clues, please contact the public security organs..."
A murder occurred in the small town, causing ripples on the calm lake surface, which gradually subsided over time. But no one thought that this was just the beginning...
Sisyphus gradually pushed the boulder, and what awaited him on the top of the mountain was the judgment of the gods, round after round, until the end of his life.
Intent: A story about saving a loved one.