I Am Reborn as a Second Landlord in Beijing

In my newly rented attic room on the top floor, there is a strange reflective mirror attached to the balcony. Every night at midnight, there is always a pale man stopping me next to the old locust tree downstairs: "Don't let Liu Cong go to the attic." But there is no such person in my tenant list at all. Until the fruit stall aunt told me with a trembling voice, In the fall of 2001, two boys were locked in this time and space forever. One died late at night from an asthma attack in the attic, and the other hung himself from this tree. And last night, that pale man followed me upstairs for the first time—— He said in my ear: "Actually, your name is Liu Cong."