Kapok Buried Underground

The rainy season in the south is hot and sticky. On the day Li Qiuran returned to China, he didn't tell anyone. A year and a half ago, my cousin Li Qiuhui disappeared after leaving a note - "I'm leaving, don't look for me." A year and a half later, the genius girl from MIT returns, just to find out the truth. She found her sister's last phone call and called a man named Hu Yang. That man is now a well-known national idol, wearing a suit and leather tie, with a perfect smile, standing in the spotlight and being admired by thousands of people. No one knew that on that rainy night three years ago, he strangled his girlfriend to death with his own hands. No one knew that he buried her under the tree in his old house. Li Qiuran stood at Hu Yang's film conference, watching the murderer of his sister talking and laughing on the stage, with flashing lights, screams, flowers, and applause - all lies. She had no intention of calling the police. It would be too cheap for him to call the police. She wanted this person standing in the clouds to push herself down into the abyss step by step.