Afterimage Artist

Lin Suo is a relic collector. This industry is unpopular, with lingering bad luck and shadow. The death scene that others avoid is his workplace; the relics of the deceased that are stained with ominousness in the eyes of ordinary people are the objects of his daily contact. He needs to screen, clean, archive, or "decontaminate" them. But Linsuo was different from his peers. He can "see". It was not an ordinary vision, but a cold, detached inner perception. The moment his fingertips brush over the relics, the broken images, residual sounds, and even the strongest emotions of the deceased before his death will crash into his consciousness like a silent tide - it is a horrific afterimage that the deceased cannot take away and cannot rest in peace. An old-fashioned telephone that rings at three o'clock in the morning, with only a wet crawling sound in the receiver; a full-length mirror that reflects someone other than the person and the background is distorted; the first level exists in the mirror image, but in reality, if you step on it, you will fall into the unknown seventh step... These mysterious scenes like urban legends challenge the boundaries of reality again and again. However, as he dealt with more and more "relics", he was horrified to discover that these seemingly unrelated supernatural events scattered in every corner of the city actually had the same dark and decadent atmosphere lingering in their depths. They are like dewdrops flickering on an invisible spider web, isolated from each other, but quietly connected by the same thread. This is like a key, opening up a deeper fog.