This is a horror novel. Read with caution if you're easily frightened.
The safest-looking everyday life often conceals the deadliest cracks.
Shen Yi thought his partner Lu Jianwei's disappearance marked the end of everything, never realizing it was only the beginning of a vast curse. Inside the block-built world Lu Jianwei left behind, Shen Yi discovered the truth: every man in the Lu family who died in an “accident” bore the same spiral mark on his wrist; the list of the dead sewn into each wedding gown was waiting for a new name.
And from the moment he got involved in the investigation, he had already fallen into the cocoon.
From the mutation of the office pothos to corpses rising in the funeral home; from a rainy night when blood seeped from ancestral tablets in the shrine to a miniature hell assembled automatically from his childhood building blocks, Shen Yi's left hand gradually lost all sensation. In its place came an ever-clearer awareness of the curse. The controller of the black building blocks displayed a merciless countdown: Lu Jianwei's fusion was becoming unstable, and the “blockification” of the real world had begun.
When Qiu Niang's voice spoke directly inside his mind for the first time, Shen Yi finally understood:
This had never been a heroic story about saving someone.
This was a survival race to see who would be swallowed by the cocoon first.
And his own cocoon was beginning at the scar on his left wrist, wrapping around him inch by inch.
