My name is Shen Chuan. I was so broke I nearly had to sell my blood.
Then I landed a job paying two thousand a day: cleaning haunted houses.
The boss handed me an old flashlight called “Pure Light” and three iron rules:
★ Leave before midnight!
★ Don't touch any bowls turned upside down in the house!
★ No matter what you hear, don't answer and don't look back!
I thought I was just there to clean.
Until I walked into the first room...
When “Pure Light” switched on, I saw it with my own eyes:
The walls were covered in dense, human-shaped scrape marks!
From the bedroom closet came the creaking sound of fingernails clawing at the wood...
In the empty living room, a steady bouncing sound rang out, like someone dribbling a ball!
And the “water used to suppress spirits” I splashed out
actually lit up a twisted, trembling, transparent silhouette in midair!
Now that thing has followed me home.
It leaves wet footprints on my floor,
and at three in the morning, it sharpens a knife in the kitchen over and over...
The boss says it's got its eye on me.
The only way out is to keep working and find its “source.”
But the next haunted house I have to clean
is a “nest” laboratory even he wouldn't dare touch...
Click to read my cleaning diary.
If you dare.
It's okay, but some of the paragraphs and descriptions are a bit strange.