Return on New Year's Eve

On New Year's Eve, my grandfather died mysteriously on the Grand Master's chair. Under the pillow was a human-skin ledger, which densely recorded the dozens of people who died in the village - the last name was mine. In order to break the curse of "return date on New Year's Eve next year", I used a programmer's thinking to build Excel to search for the murderer, and found that all the murders pointed to a thirty-year life debt. When the embroidered shoes put on my feet by themselves, and when the dead people appeared by the river one after another, I realized: the only solution to this situation is to make myself a debit and a creditor at the same time.