The psychological quality of this session is so weird
>I was reborn as a night guard at a funeral parlor, and I was bound to a strange emotion collection system.
>An old lady crawled out of the corpse freezer. I took out a second-hand suona and played "Good Luck Comes".
> "Ding! The fear value from the corpse-charging old lady is +999!"
>The rule with red words on the dressing room mirror: [At three o'clock in the morning, no eyes are allowed to open].
>While my colleagues closed their eyes and waited to die, I danced crazily in front of the mirror.
> "Ding! Mirror Ghost contributes +10086 fear value due to mental pollution!"
>Snowflakes flashed on the screen in the control room, and a hoarse warning came: "You have violated the rules..."
>I turned up the volume of the stereo: "What did you say? Louder!"
>——Later, the entire weird world knew that there was a human being who was even crazier than them.
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