Treacherous Chain

Whenever the midnight clock strikes 11:59, Zhang Hong will fall into that "still world"—— There is no sound, no signal, time is frozen, there is only "something" knocking on the door. Everyone said he was mentally ill, even he believed it. Until that day, my sister, whom I had not contacted for four years, came to visit me late at night. When the knock on the door rang again, she saw with her own eyes: a ulcerated palm stretched out from the crack of the door, with a spider pattern of a wanted criminal tattooed on the back of the hand—— And her brother, the decadent cartoonist, was calmly inserting the knife into the palm of his hand, cutting through the muscles and bones.