My Dopamine Black Market: a Midnight Folk Thriller Collection

I'm the owner of the midnight dopamine black market. I don't sell antiques or charms here. I only sell one thing - the few seconds of pleasure when your heart stops when you dream back at midnight. There is only one rule when entering this black market: use your courage to exchange for the dopamine you want. Here are the folk weird things that will make your scalp numb: the headless sacrifice under the old locust tree at the head of the village, the paper man carrying a sedan to pick up the bride, the "passing fairy" you bumped into in the middle of the night... There are also urban grotesques adapted from real cases: ticking sounds in the walls of rental houses, "taboos" on late-night takeout orders, the extra person in front of the mirror... Each chapter is an independent unit of thriller stories, specializing in all kinds of "disbelief". In the black market, as long as you dare to open it, I dare to let you experience the extreme cold sweat of adrenaline surge. From folk fairies and monsters to urban haunted houses, I will serve you a plate of "hard food" every night. If you feel life is dull, come here. If you feel brave, stay. This is my dopamine black market, guaranteed to make every hair on your head stand on end, but you can't help but want to read the next page. [Friendly reminder: Please do not read alone late at night, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences.