I Have a Red Rope

My name is Shen Mengsheng, and I am a troupe leader in the French Concession. During the day, she sang "Dingjun Mountain", and at night she sang another kind of opera - getting into other people's dreams and uprooting the obsessions of wronged souls, the evidence of warlords' crimes, and the unspeakable filth. Those who do this are called dream builders. There is a red rope tied with seven knots on my left wrist. Before his death, Master only said two words: No explanation. It's been ten years and I still don't understand. I led the troupe to the dock and took jobs to make ends meet. My life was neither good nor bad. Until a guy with red lines under his eyes came to the door and put a red light on my knot. The red rope popped open. The man frowned and said: It doesn't look like the real thing, so withdraw it. Little did he know that that night, the first knot came loose half a finger. With half a finger loosened, I am no longer just a human being. Later I learned that there are two groups of people in this world who have been looking for me for a long time. One group called the Guanlan Society. What they wanted was not God, but a container that could hold their ambitions. The other group called the night watchmen. They did nothing but waited for me to make my own choice. There is another person who hates me since I never met him. He looked at me in the dark for a long time, waiting for me to untie all seven knots. I didn't keep him waiting long. I sing this play myself.