Don't stare at the blue eyelids of the paper man in the live broadcast room of Zhizhapu at three o'clock in the night——
Luo Yuan never imagined that he would be forced to become a "midnight anchor" just three days after inheriting his grandfather's intangible cultural heritage paper shop. I wanted to display it to earn electricity bills, but when I was tying the paper figurine live, I found that the blood beads oozing from the bamboo strips overlapped with the message "The paper figurine you made is smiling" that popped up simultaneously in the barrage.
What's even weirder is: someone placed an order for "customized paper figures to wear red wedding dresses and smile like living people"; the location of the live broadcast room suddenly jumped to the scene of a murder in the suburbs; and the paper figures he made actually stood in a row at midnight and bowed deeply towards the camera.
When Luo Yuan found his grandfather's old work tag in the chest of the paper man, he was shocked to realize that what the paper maker was tying was not a dead thing, but a "reminder note" on the yin and yang book; not all the viewers in the live broadcast room were living people.
The rationality of the post-2000 science students collapsed at the sound of the paper man's neck turning. The hair, buttons, and even birthday numbers that are tied into the paper man are weaving a web that swallows reality. And the scariest thing is: I don't know when his name was written on the paper knife left by my grandfather...
