I'm a paranormal house sleep tester.
Other people check a home's location before buying. I check how people died there.
Foreclosed houses, newlyweds' homes, postpartum rooms, unfinished buildings: as long as the pay is right, I'll spend a night in a place where someone died, then tell you at dawn whether it's safe to live in.
I've been in this line of work for ten years, and I have a few ironclad rules: If you hear someone call your name at night, don't answer. Never face a mirror toward the bed. After midnight, don't stray too far from your bed.
I've never made a mistake in ten years. My colleagues all say Lu Chen has a tough fate.
Until one night, I took a job in a foreclosed house that was suspiciously cheap.
The first call was someone else's name.
The second call was still that same name.
The third...
It was mine.
