When Chen Xiang woke up in a hospital bed at Renji Hospital, he realized the world had become strange.
The nurses deliberately avoided his gaze during their rounds. Every night, hurried footsteps sounded on time in the room next door, and pale figures in hospital gowns occasionally flashed past outside his window.
Everyone thought he was hallucinating after his car accident, but Chen Xiang knew very well that he wasn't hallucinating. He had been pulled into a long-shut-down horror game.
The game was called Ghosts, Ghosts, Ghosts, Nothing But Ghosts. It had once taken the internet by storm and had more than twenty million players.
But few people knew that every instance players cleared in the game was being recreated, one by one, in the real world.
The hospital's hidden ghost ward, the high-rise where the living and the dead switched places, the haunted high-speed train that departed at midnight: these terrifying settings, once confined to screens, were gradually encroaching on people's everyday lives.
And Chen Xiang was the game's top professional player.
Faced with a world overturned by its rules, he made his decision: he had to shut down the horror game for good before all the instances arrived.
But what truly unsettled him wasn't the endless paranormal incidents or the rules of the instances closing in around him. It was the hospital itself. Ever since he woke up, he had felt that he had forgotten something very important, and that it was quietly waiting for him somewhere.
