Mysterious Recovery, Starting to Take Charge of a Strange Tattoo Parlor

My name is Yang Jian. When you read this sentence, I have forgotten who I am. A black notebook that is getting thicker and thicker, the warm porridge placed at the door every day, the night light in the living room that stays on all night long - this is the world he is forgetting. In Meiyu Lane, Dachang City, baby lines appear and vitality is drained. The remaining deeds of the Yin Deed Monument squirmed in the night, and the headquarters issued instructions one after another. Zhang Wei committed suicide again, this time getting a baby tattoo; Jiang Yan still didn't ask and just left the porridge at the door every day. The sixth-level ghost eyes can see through the supernatural, but they can't see how much humanity they have left. The ghostly lines on his left hand crawled across his wrist bones, and the black lines at the corner of his left eye could no longer be erased. This is a hibernation that no one knows about. A half-human, half-ghost thing, guarding a woman who didn't dare to ask, and a kid who always got into trouble. He only remembered the line on the first page of the notebook: "Jiang Yan: the person who goes home to eat.