Bai Xi traveled through a terrifying world infected by strangeness.
People here pray devoutly, abide by the rules, and survive in the cracks.
Baixi is different. She was lying in the mental hospital, looking calmly at the ghost on the bedside: "You stepped on my oxygen tube."
The ghost was stunned.
Bai Xi sat up and discussed with it: "Does your boss want to come? Ask him to add a WeChat account and I will send him his location. The mental hospital here is short of beds. He may have to sleep in the corridor when he comes."
The next day, a scary urban legend spread in the weird world: Don't go to the Third Mental Hospital in the East District. There lives a human being who is even afraid of ghosts.
A month later, when the global defense line was on the verge of collapse, countless awakened people looked at the huge crack in the sky in despair.
Bai Xi appeared below the crack wearing a hospital gown and flip-flops, carrying a bag of oranges.
She raised her head and said a little impatiently: "Hey, come down and let's talk."
A trembling voice came from the crack: "... I don't."
