Skin Game

The sky is like a dome, covering this huge stage called "Jincheng". Here, the rising of the sun and the setting of the moon are fake, and the joys and sorrows are staged. Everyone is smiling, but no one knows whether the smile is flesh or blood. Chen Ye is a corpse stitcher and the only "awake" on the stage. But he suffered from a strange disease and his memory was cleared every night. In this world of cannibalism, he can only cling to a blood-stained diary: "Don't eat the meat, it could be someone's finger." "Don't trust the watchman, his tongue is spliced." "Don't look at the scholar in the paper shop, he is painting your eyes." When the beating mahogany heart was cut out of the belly of the female corpse, when the candied haws on the street exuded the sweetness of the human heart. Chen Ye raised the black needle in his hand and mended the cracks called "truth" on the mutilated corpses. Since this life is a fake manipulated by others, then I will risk my life to pieces and tear open the curtain to see whether the "audience" above is a god or a ghost.