I Remember Seven Days for the Dead

Jiang Chi, 26 years old, is a former pawn shop appraiser and current relic organizer. Three hundred yuan per order, no elevator on the sixth floor, charity cleaning, family members lost contact. He has a disease: he cannot see things and no one cares about them. Until he touched a watch. Images of the deceased's last seven days flooded into his mind. The price was - seven days were deducted from his life. The more he checked, the more he forgot. The stronger he gets, the less he is himself. In three years, he left himself seven notebooks. The handwriting becomes more sloppy each time. There is only one sentence on the last page—— "How many times has this happened to you? I can't count."