Conspiracy Record

[No system + no training + no brainlessness + traditional supernatural + suspense and thriller] My name is Shang Tian, a person cursed by a ghost. That's a lottery ticket that shouldn't exist. The dull black and yellow background seems to be soaked in old blood and night; the dazzling red words on it are not lucky numbers, but an invitation to hell. When I scratched it open with ecstasy, thinking that I had grasped the life-saving straw of the 100,000-dollar prize, what my fingertips touched was the coldness of my own life passing rapidly. This evil thing called "Spiritual Time Ticket" started a cruel countdown to his death in ten days. After escaping back to the familiar residential building, on the seventh floor that was supposed to be the door of my home, a non-existent dark staircase extending upward silently appeared in the corner, swallowing up the dim light in the corridor. I was entangled by the invisible "girlfriend", chased by the copied "self", and fell into the abyss again and again in familiar daily scenes. The neighbor's fat aunt's warning and the mysterious master Zhang's assertion all point to the only way out: to find the lottery shop owner who gave him the ticket - Liu Si. However, when I went through all the hardships to track down the clues, the deepest chill instantly froze my blood: all the records and all the witnesses, including Liu Si's elderly mother, all told him with irrefutable evidence that Liu Si had died in a car accident a year ago. So, was the person who put this "Spiritual Time Ticket" into his hand seven days ago a human or a ghost? Will the death countdown that follows him and keeps ringing in his ears finally ring the bell of truth, or the death knell of his eternal descent into darkness?