When reversed traffic lights begin to appear at intersections in the city, when non-existent footsteps always come from the corridors at midnight, when those mysterious shadows that only exist in legends begin to tear open the cracks in reality——
Everyone is asking in panic: Where is the source of terror?
Only Jiang Mo looked down at the black lines that suddenly appeared on his palm, and silently put out the cigarette butt.
Ever since he can remember, there have always been "things" around him: the faceless classmates who would tilt their heads to look at him when he was writing, the woman in red who would hum nursery rhymes when he was insomniac, the cold little hands that would quietly pull him back when he was crossing the road...
For others, encountering a ghost is a disaster, but for him, encountering a ghost is like a silent party.
Until one day, he discovered that the strange things that had been haunting him for many years began to "leak out": the old objects he touched would become haunted, and the villains he scolded would become evil spirits. Even his casual remark, "There should be some trouble in this place," would become local headlines the next day.
When the people from the Special Incident Handling Bureau pointed the talisman at him, and when the terror in the world grew wildly amidst his emotional fluctuations, Lin Mo finally discovered belatedly——
It turns out that those "recoveries" that make everyone tremble are just the "daily life" that overflows from him unconsciously.
"So... You want me to set rules for these ghost brats?" Jiang Mo scratched his head. In the shadows behind him, countless shadows lowered their heads.
When the source has its own consciousness, should it eliminate all the weirdness with its own hands, or should it establish a set of rules for this crazy world that belong to the "source"? +
Relatively new, the writing style is too blunt