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The resentful souls of the seventeen people who were burned in the Yanchun Class of the Republic of China are condensed into a phoenix crown inlaid with treasures. When Su Nian touched the phoenix crown with the ancestral rouge box, the centuries-old grievance suddenly awakened. She and several fellow travelers who each had their own secrets were trapped in the makeup mirror room in the basement of the museum. Blood oozes from the mirror, the death-defying drama echoes in the middle of the night, charred hands stretch out from the mirror to drag people, the suspicion and self-preservation among fellow travelers make the blood flow over the blue bricks. After Su Nian escaped, indelible makeup appeared in the corner of her eyes, and the shadow in costume always dangled in the mirror. When a strange visitor knocked on her door, she was shocked to realize that there was no end to this debt.