Dark Under the Lamp

I heard there was a lantern-carrying man in Chaozhou. Walking alone at night, carrying an old lamp. When the light is on, he can reveal what a person most wants to hide in his heart within a few breaths. Everyone has something to hide, so he can't trust anyone. For ten years, one person dies every year on the night of the Miemen, as if an invisible hand is writing off an account year by year. He chased but never caught up. There was a blind girl beside him who warmed wine and healed his wounds. The lamp only gave her a blank warmth - he couldn't see her. A lamp can illuminate everything except the three feet below it. The answer to that account is hidden in that darkness.