If a perfect life is only meant to conceal the entrance to hell, would you dare to wake up?
A salary of 2,500 yuan has bought out all the dignity of Liu Ming's thirties. He had planned to earn some extra money at night, but a rice ball wrapped in zongzi leaves and meant to enshroud a corpse led him into a deadly trap known as the "Lost Realm."
From a man-eating exhibition hall to a city full of puppets, from a desperate slaughterhouse hospital to a paper-effigy village's ghost wedding.
There is no System and no cheat here, only a red-beam flashlight that can expose illusions, and a black cat that appears and disappears without a trace.
After surviving one brush with death after another, he finally breaks through the barrier and returns to "reality." He sits in his familiar office, ready to leave for the day.
Then he feels the flashlight in his pocket, the one that should have vanished.
And outside the window, a cloud made of mosaic blocks.
"My name is Liu Ming. I'm not sure whether I'm alive. I only know... the game has never ended."
Anyone who can write in the first person is a veteran.