The foggy port, where neon lights and blood mist intertwine, is a burning place of lies and memories.
Agent Lin An met Jiang Jin on a sweet rainy night at the auction house - a clone with a mark of death carved on the back of his neck, a crazy work of art with explosives wrapped around his waist. They are afterimages in each other's mirrors: a drug police officer carrying the ashes of his lover seven years ago, and a living weapon reshaped by seventeen times of memory erasure. When the gilt Tang Dao chopped up the glitz of the auction hall, the muzzle of the gun and the folding knife danced a tango in the hail of bullets. The truth burned through the chip under the bionic skin like a dark fire, exposing the rusty gears of a transnational conspiracy.
From the quantum communicator detonated in the deep sea to the resonance of the three hundred bells in the church cellar, every confrontation is a violation of loyalty. When cloned heartbeats become encrypted love letters and bullet holes become tunnels for data torrent, they exchange kisses for bullets and feed their true hearts with lies on the edge of neon ruins and ethical cliffs.
"Remember death, or life?"
The answer flashes forever in the foggang power grid, like an orange rainstorm that no one is collecting.
Intention: sincerity blooming in the ruins of lies.