[When the world becomes a playground for rules-based horrors, I'm the only ticket taker]
On the midnight subway's Line 4, get off one stop early at the thirteenth station, or you'll become the next train's "passenger."
On the hospital's thirteenth floor, close your eyes when the nurse's red light comes on. Anyone who opens their eyes will see the "doctor" operating on them.
In the old mansion, the bride in the antique wedding dress never decays, even after a hundred years. The groom she's waiting for is every person who walks through the door.
Three years after the supernatural resurgence, the world has fallen, and only Huaxia remains.
Not because our weapons are stronger, but because...
we turned the supernatural into weapons.
My name is Chen Yuan. I'm 26, a former museum security guard and now the director of the Demon-Suppressing Museum.
My golden finger is pretty simple: every time I solve a rules-based horror, I can collect its "core supernatural entity" in my museum and turn it into a controllable exhibit.
The faceless conductor? My front-desk attendant.
The ghost doctor with the scalpel? My chief physician.
The woman in the century-old wedding dress? Mine... Forget it, I can't lend this one to you.
