The Door God Lowers His Eyes

There are some doors in this city that shouldn't exist. The extra thirteenth floor in the elevator, the secret door covered with talisman paper, and the ancient door dug out of the ground by the developer—Kong Wang's job is to lock them. During the day he was a locksmith and at night he was a doorkeeper. This business has been passed down for seven generations, and he is the only one left. His master is not a human being, but an almost faded New Year picture of the door god. Every time the old man in the painting teaches him a move, his color becomes lighter. His chest was born with a crack in the door, and he had never dared to open the thing behind the door. Until one late night, someone knocked on his door: "Master Xiaokong, the door to my house... Can't be closed."