The first thing that started to appear strange was the roommate who shared the house.
His roommate was an artist. Although he didn't have much personal time, the fact that he hadn't been home for almost half a month was enough for Ma Jiaqi to notice something.
There is no vulgar house collapse story, what greets him is countless terrifying abyss
The female corpse sitting on the tomb and humming folk songs, the doctor who kills people with a knife in the hospital, the grandmother who worships gods and ghosts in the tube tower, the baby girl who cries hoarsely in the village pond...
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The story that opened was sealed by silence, and a circle was drawn at the end.
Everything is back to where it started
Intention: We will argue, we will make up, and our love will only grow.