Embers of the Spiritual Hub

In the dead of winter in Los Angeles in 2019, 12-year-old refugee boy Sun Mo received a gold-gilded real estate certificate. When the red notebook rubbed against the vertical line next to his left ear, the usually inconspicuous light pink lines suddenly became hot - just like the bank card in his hand at the moment, the plastic card surface was exuding very faint gold lines in the snowy night. The address "No. 17, Luocheng Community" left by the mysterious man in sneakers contains a mystery: the metal debris buried in the dust in the basement will resonate with the vertical line behind Sun Mo's ear when he lowers his head; when the Kunlun Division patrol car passes by with its horn honking, it just covers up the subtle buzz coming from his vertical line. The golden resin dripping from the old locust tree on a full-moon night will condense into unmelting ice crystals when it drips on the vertical lines; on the escape certificate read under the coal lamp, the ink stain cracks on the corner of a certain page are exactly the same as the direction of the vertical lines behind his ears. When Sun Mo used his frozen fingers to scratch the dark stripes on the cover of the real estate certificate for the first time, the vertical line next to his left ear suddenly lit up - it was not a birthmark, but an unopened golden key, which was turning the first soft sound on the door lock of the psychic world...