No. 33, Ostrich Street

Shen Qiaoer was convinced that his brain had an organic disease. Only a madman would spend his days and nights sharing his senses with a woman who doesn't even exist. Aisi: "There is an ambush at ten o'clock. Also, your heart rate is too fast today, which makes my chest feel tight." Shen Qiaoer calmly recorded in the medical record: Phantom, claiming to be a partner, able to interfere with reality, suspected of having independent pain perception. He is the ultimate rationalist and will never rely on "gods and ghosts to tell dreams" for clues to his case. He must cure this fatal vision immediately. Until one day, a strange child's voice sounded from the corner of the murder scene: "My uncle with glasses took me to the car... Uncle, you can see me, right?" Shen Qiaoer's writing hand stopped momentarily. If all counterintuitive variables were true... Is Aisi, who is with me all day long, a phantom or a living person sleeping somewhere? This is a dead end of fighting against nothingness with a broken body. And he became the only spokesman for the cold-case murderers in this forgotten town.