I Open a Bookstore and All My Customers Are Abnormal

Lin Bei hid in the back streets of the university town and opened a deserted late-night bookstore. Three months after the store opened, it only closed one business. The owner of the noodle shop next door spent eight yuan to buy an old cookbook. He just wants to keep the shop isolated from the world and escape the past left by the Bureau. But the calm was broken by a female student, and a red butterfly hairpin broke into his field of vision. There was a human eye hidden inside the plastic hairpin, smiling faintly at him. Since then, strange guests have come to visit one after another. The old lady who returned the old book had the registration date fixed at seventy years ago; The little boy huddled in a corner waiting for his mother, whose family died on this street thirty years ago. Strange things that follow the established rules keep emerging. The real crisis is hidden in an old photo that appears out of thin air. In the photo is his partner who died in the line of duty for five years. There is a line of pen writing on the back: I am looking at you. Lin Bei flipped the photo. In the pupils of his dead partner, a red butterfly hairpin with a missing corner was reflected. It was exactly the same as the one he had just locked into the iron box. Come and go, it never leaves.