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Toyama Town, a drink and a meal. The small shop is hidden deep in the mountains, contrary to the glamor of the city. The mountains are undulating and covered with mist. There are temples in the depths, and there are bursts of Buddhist sounds. Unsolved cases and strange things are heartbreaking. Pathetic and grotesque, everything is bizarre. "Guest, please have some tea." "Boss, this tea cup looks like an old thing." "Yes, speaking of it... There is a story." He smiled lightly and turned around, but the steam on the pot had not yet risen, and the soup was not yet hot, and the girl's eyes seemed to be able to speak, and she just wanted to hear what she was saying. "This meal will take a while, how about I explain it slowly?" "I, listen carefully..." PS: I don't want to be reborn or travel through time. I basically won't push the main story line. I just want to tell the story seriously.

As the pale mist rises again, everything will become different again. After all, Lu Xi has already crossed the safety line, and even the category of "normal" has become increasingly blurred. The evil spirit whispers in the swamp, the strange figure holding a rusty ax in the dense forest, the withered bones hidden in the extremely cold place, the operating light strangely lights up in the abandoned hospital... "Even a madman has the right to seek help." "But not every patient can be healed." "Remember..." Lu Xi turned his head teasingly, the sweet smell of cigar wafting from his mouth. "Even a madman will spend his whole life searching for some solution..." Welcome to the Mist Club, where the only rule is: survive. Keep it down and it'll hear you... Wait! Was this door opened just now?

Walking out of the darkness with your pocket in hand, lighting a cigarette with a dance of fire, maybe to end grudges, or to cut off fate casually, or even accidentally save a city. Then leave a smile, a joke, a rose or even a touch of reluctance, turn around and leave, return to the place where we came from and face what we are thinking and even the cherished things we have lost. Finally, let's see how people walking in the darkness use their lives to play a long and poignant song of the hidden person. As everything becomes more and more crazy, the line between reason and distortion gradually blurs. Is the culprit behind the scenes a psychological crime or the whispers of the ancient gods? What choice will the detectives make? Detectives, bravely open the title page. The mystery, absurdity and suspense you expect are all in Song of the Hidden One. "And this is what we, the Hidden Ones, choose." PS: Some of the ingredients and pseudo-scientific fragments in this article are purely needed for the plot of the story. Readers who are purely interested in suspense may not like it. Please do not complain. I am grateful...