This is a horror novel, read with caution
The safest daily life often contains the most deadly cracks.
Shen Yi thought that the disappearance of his partner Lu Jianwei was the end of everything, but he didn't know that it was just the prelude to the unveiling of a huge curse. In the world of building blocks left by Lu Jianwei, Shen Yi saw the truth: every man in the Lu family who died in an "accident" had the same spiral mark on his wrist; the death list lining every wedding dress was waiting for a new name.
And he himself had fallen into a cocoon the moment he intervened in the investigation.
From the alienation of the pothos in the office, to the resurrection of the corpse in the funeral home; from the rainy night when blood oozed from the memorial tablets in the ancestral hall, to the miniature hell automatically built with childhood building blocks - Shen Yi's left hand gradually lost consciousness, replaced by an increasingly clear perception of the curse. The controller of the black building blocks shows a cruel countdown: Lu Jianwei's integration is becoming unbalanced, and the "building blocks" of the real world have begun.
When Qiuniang's voice sounded directly in his mind for the first time, Shen Yi finally understood:
This is never a heroic story about saving anyone.
This is a race for survival about "who will be swallowed by the cocoon first".
And his cocoon, starting from the scar on his left wrist, was covering his whole body inch by inch.
