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Lin Mo was bound to a useless identification system. The rules are simple: if you identify someone else as a loser, he will get a reward. The more useless the person being appraised is, the more generous the reward will be. Sounds cool, right? But this system is fucking backwards. The first person in the academy who he identified as an "S-level genius" blew up the test stone in front of everyone at the test meeting the next day and dropped out of school in despair. The uncle in the cafeteria who he identified as "F-level waste" crushed the S-level test stone into powder with a casual squeeze. Everyone thinks Lin Mo is a reverse indicator. Geniuses avoided him, fearing that he would fall off the altar if he opened his mouth. On the contrary, a group of unfavorable losers started queuing up to ask him to identify them - "Please, call me a loser." Lin Mo became numb and decided to just hang out. Until that night, he met an old beggar who he identified as "F-class" in the old city. The old beggar looked at him and said something that made his scalp numb: "Young man, this system of yours was written by me." "Also, guess what - why is it backwards?"

At two o'clock in the morning, I hid in the night wind and saw a flying rainbow that shouldn't exist. The flying rainbow landed and turned into a door. Two words are engraved on the door - Wushuang. The door opened, and a hand reached out from inside and waved to me. That hand belonged to my grandmother who died three days ago. Later I learned that the entrance to another world was hidden in the night wind. Every wisp of night wind carries an unresolved obsession, but I can see them. The bride who has been missing for seventy years, the little girl trapped in the mirror, the old man who can never get out of the same intersection - they are all trapped in a place called "Wushuang". Grandma said: Unparalleled heaven is not heaven. It is a seal. Someone set this seal seventy years ago, locking countless obsessions in the night wind. And my grandmother was the last gatekeeper. After her death, the door should be closed. But I don't want to close it.