In 1989, Ta Kwu Ling, Hong Kong. I was delivering takeout at Chaoyongji Tea Restaurant and received a strange order from Xixiu Garden. The hoarse voice on the other end of the phone told me not to use garlic. The guys from the previous two nights all took back the coins with "Heaven and Earth Bank" printed on them. I don't believe in evil, so I will deliver it myself. The hand that opened the door was cold to the bone, and I felt the black tape wrapped around her wrist. After the police broke the door, the four corpses in the villa were already stiff. The medical examiner said they had been dead for at least ten days. So who is ordering my takeout every day these days? "Adapted from the true horror stories circulating in the New Territories North of Hong Kong"
