Zhou Yu believes that poverty is the greatest fear in life. So he ignored the rumors and rented the apartment for almost nothing.
Under the mattress, there was a leather diary with eight "House Rules" written in dark red handwriting, which he only regarded as a boring threat.
——Until in the midnight mirror, seven figures whispered in unison behind him: "You broke the rules."
——Until the neighbor, who was like a person with paper sticks, smiled and sent a "welcome cake" with his name written on it, and informed: The tenant who moved in yesterday died in the attic this morning.
Night ghosts press on the bed, wardrobes open and close automatically, smelly liquid drips from faucets, and strange breaths come from Bluetooth headsets... Malice oozes from every crack in this apartment.
And the so-called "codes" were coming to life before his eyes one by one: Don't look in the mirror at midnight! If there is an extra thirteenth step, you have to walk backwards! Don't accept gifts from your neighbors!
He found that there was no normal person in the building: the neighbor with a stiff smile, the black cat with thin pupils, and even the faint sigh in the wall. Everyone seems to abide by some twisted rules of survival, and those who violate them disappear one after another.
In order to survive, Zhou Yu had to piece together the truth from the whispers of the Yin Lady locked in the ancient well, the sacrificial array hidden under the Western-style wall, and the clues about the curse of the evil god in Southeast Asia. When the layers of death rules are unraveled and numerous twists and turns lead to the final answer——
The "person" who had always guided him and helped him slowly took off his disguise.
On the last page of the leather diary, the line of dark red text that he initially ignored finally became clear:
"Welcome home. Remember, you're the one who rules we need to follow!
