If a perfect life is just to cover the entrance to hell, do you dare to wake up?
A salary of two thousand and five thousand bought the dignity of a thirty-year-old. Liu Ming wanted to make some extra money at night, but because of a rice dumpling wrapped in a corpse, he accidentally fell into a dead end called "The Lost Realm".
From the cannibal exhibition hall to the city full of puppets, from the desperate slaughterhouse hospital to the ghost marriage in Zhizha Village.
There is no system here, no plug-ins, only a red flashlight that can illuminate illusions, and an elusive black cat.
When he finally broke through the barriers and returned to "reality" after a near-death experience, he was sitting in a familiar office preparing to get off work.
He felt the flashlight in his pocket that was supposed to disappear.
There is also the mosaic of clouds outside the window.
"My name is Liu Ming. I'm not sure if I'm alive. I only know... The game never ends."
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Anyone who can write in the first person is an old monster
Anyone who can write in the first person is an old monster