Rear Chamber Deep Valve

Introduction to the work "Back Room·Deep Valve" After working overtime until late at night, the floor tiles under my feet suddenly sank—— Lin Shen fell into a place exactly like the company. Empty, fluorescent lights buzzing. Every time the door opens, the lights dim a little. His work badge became garbled and the face in the group photo was disappearing. This space is erasing the name "Lin Shen". On the stone bridge, the cobra's vertical pupils reflected the regret that he did not dare to look at. On the spider web, he heard his mother's unspoken cry. Under the black sea, there was something that refused to surface—it was himself. In the deepest part, a gray-white human figure has been knocking on the ground for more than twenty years. His name is Chen Mo. His memory was almost eaten away, leaving only a hollow triangle. He told Lin Shen: The unburnable match in your pocket is the part of yourself that "wants to burn". The door opened. Lin Shen can go. But Chen Mo stayed. "I'll come back to save you." ——This is not a horror novel. This is a story about "remember" and "commitment". To everyone who says "I'm fine". This is not a story about fighting monsters, this is a story about 'can you still cry?'