Introduction to the work
When Chen Mo moved into Room 302 of the old residential building, he was filled with an indelible silence. During the day, he worked as an organizer of ancient books in the library, and his fingertips brushed the yellowed pages, as if touching the non-existent past; at night, the quarrels in 301 next door became a required course - the roars of drunken men, the suppressed cries of women, and the crisp sound of broken glasses, like blunt instruments repeatedly hitting his nerves.
On a rainy night, the voice of 301 suddenly disappeared. Chen Mo picked up a bloody button in the corridor. In the reflection of the metal, he saw clearly the strange desire in his pupils for the first time. When the first "noisemaker" shut up for good, he discovered that there was a strange peace hidden in the smell of blood.
From then on, the building became his hunting ground. The disappearing domestic abuser, the lingering scoundrel, the drunkard who disturbed the people... Each and every "trouble" fell into silence under his knife. The voice-activated lights in the corridor were still on and off, but in the darkness, the knife hidden in the cuff was glowing coldly as his breathing became more and more steady.
He is not a born devil, but in the cracks, he turns violence into his own order. And those secrets buried deep in the cracks of the wall will eventually reveal their bloody roots one morning with the first ray of sunlight.
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