Jiang Huiping stood in front of the bedroom window, looking at the bright lights of the city, but he only felt a biting cold. Ninety-seven days after the death of her mother Ji Wen, the world has long forgotten her - her father Jiang Zhenguo no longer has a mourning badge on his tie, but instead the figure of his new love Lin Ruoxue enters the room. She was wearing rose-red lipstick that her mother never used, and was cooking her mother's best cream of mushroom soup in the kitchen. The look in her father's eyes hid a warmth that Jiang Huiping was familiar with, but that no longer belonged to this family.
The seventeen-year-old boy is on the verge of collapse in loneliness. The remaining jasmine fragrance on his mother's woolen shawl has almost disappeared, but her traces quietly returned in another way - the closet door opened for no reason, and the desk lamp flickered three times strangely, just like the code signal his mother gave him with a flashlight when he came home from overtime work. What's even more chilling is that a medical book that his mother had read for the last time suddenly fell from the bookshelf, and a note caught in the gap completely tore Jiang Huiping's world apart.
It was a hospital note that recorded that his father, Jiang Zhenguo, used money to change the surgeon who performed the pancreatoduodenectomy that was critical for my mother's life from a senior expert to Dr. Li, who was inexperienced. The date shows the transaction took place two days before the mother's surgery. The forged signature on the death notice, the father's calmness when calculating the insurance money at the funeral home, and the flyers for a two-person trip to the Maldives in the trash, pieced together a breathtaking truth: the mother's death was not an accident, but a well-planned murder.
When Jiang Huiping asked angrily, he was slapped in the face and accused of "mental disorder". After running away from home late at night, he saw the figure he missed most on a park bench - his mother in a light blue nightgown sitting quietly next to him, the wedding ring on her ring finger glowing coldly under the streetlight. She remained silent, but she made Jiang Huiping understand: some hatreds need to be settled by the living.
At this moment, the city lights were still bright, and the boy walked towards the Internet cafe holding the blood-stained note. He wants to find out Dr. Li's surgical records, track the flow of his father's bank, and even make certain lights - such as the always-on desk lamp in his father's study - go out forever like the shadowless lamp in the operating room three months ago. When the souls of the dead conspire with the living to seek revenge, one of the lights in the house will eventually be sacrificed.
Intention: A breeding ground for murder, how a loner can tear light out of darkness