Huangquan Apartments: Death Call

Three months after his brother disappeared, Lin Mo was pulled into the Huangquan Apartment by a hot coat of arms. This is a hell for the living and a hunting ground for the dead. There are countless medical records of the deceased hanging on the ceiling, each with a cold death ending; the headless sculpture in the corridor is holding a will-o'-the-wisp, which reflects the most fearful look in everyone's heart. The newcomers' trial is almost dead, and the team copy is killing people every step of the way. In the Western pharmacy, withered human skin holds a syringe and forces you to seal the nail in the coffin of death; in the operating room, the ghost nurses stare at your trembling hands with cloudy white eyes; underground in the morgue, three baby spirits eat the souls of the deceased, repeating over and over again in a vicious voice: You will be the next to die. Some people collapse and go crazy, some sell their friends to survive, and some become food for evil spirits in despair. Lin Mo always clutched the retro walkie-talkie left behind by his younger brother, calmly dismantling the rules on the edge of life and death. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.