I was running around for a living, thinking about finding a job that was idle but well-paying. In order to find a way out, I rummaged through the trash cans of the city. This high-rise building was empty except for us. It was a ghost building. Every night there were screams, beatings and scoldings, children's cries, and all kinds of desperate cries. It was amazing. There was also a rumor that there was an elevator in the building with a cursing limerick written on it. Anyone who saw it would have a high fever for several days and have constant nightmares.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
