Borrowing Fate from the Entropy Abyss

In a city, there are unclaimed bodies parked behind Yi Zhuang, and there is also a man who wakes up but can't remember who he is. When he opened his eyes, the body was not his own - the habits of his hands and feet, the pattern of the broken card on his sleeves, and the red mark of unknown origin on his wrists all recognized the shell before his brain did. When others call him "Jiang Chen", he responds; when others call him "Mancang", he also responds. He couldn't tell which name was his, he only knew that this borrowed body could remember a lot more things than what he could remember in his mind. There is a business in this city called "borrowing life" and there is an account. The accounts are recorded in the album of Jimingfang. Someone borrowed something, and someone had to pay it back; the name of the guarantor was in the book, and after the expiry date, there was a white stamp on the wall. The rent-collecting gong was knocked along the street, and a sum was recorded on whoever's door it knocked on. He originally just wanted to live in Yizhuang, relying on the craftsmanship passed down by the dead to earn a living, but at some point, there was an extra line on the first page of the account book that he had never written—— Borrow one, return one. He couldn't understand it. He read it three times and let it go three times. There are many people in the city, and they all owe something. Some owe money, some owe their lives, some have paid their debts with their legs, and given their shirts to others. He gradually discovered that it was not only the sky, the name, and the shell that had been borrowed - the bodies of everyone in the city seemed to be borrowed and counterfeit, waving their hands, living, remembering, and waiting. Farther outside the city, a drunken old man from the village once recited a nonsense saying: The world was originally one, but it was broken into four petals, and one petal was thrown away. He just took those words as the smell of alcohol, until the broken piece of the broken card in his hand was vaguely the same as the fragments elsewhere.