Paper Boat Notepad

A rainy night, a vague childhood nightmare, a truth that was deliberately buried. Cheng Yuqing always remembers the night when she was ten years old - thinking of the strangely sweet smell of blood, rain and marshmallows. Many years later, she met Zhou Mo, a professor of psychology, in a coffee shop. His pocket watch always stopped at 9:37. There was a crescent-shaped scar on his left hand, and he looked at her as if he had known her for many years. When Cheng Yuqing started investigating, she discovered: There are always boats made of marshmallows floating in grandma's soothing tea; On Zhou Mo's bookshelf, pairs of books are always placed in mirror images; In the photo of the crime scene, the hands of the clock all stopped at the same moment strangely. Time, memory, identity - which one of the three is lying? Just when you think you see the truth clearly, the reflection in the mirror has just begun to distort; Just when you think you have caught the murderer, the second hand of your pocket watch starts to beat for the first time; "Don't trust your memory, it's better at deceiving you than the murderer." The truth is hidden in time, and time is quietly waiting for its prey.