Shen Jie is an ordinary person. So ordinary that he had been hungry for twenty-three years and had only three hundred and seventy-two and a half yuan in his pocket, and he could not even afford the cost of death.
Then the elevator broke down.
When he woke up, he was standing in a long corridor with closed doors on both sides. There was no handle on the door, just dark red paint peeling off like dried blood scabs. There was a smell in the air - fishy, sweet, like rotten meat and osmanthus sugar mixed together.
Someone behind me said: "Don't look back."
He didn't look back.
It's not because I'm smart, it's because I'm tired.
This tiredness pushed him into a world of cannibalism.
Intention: Live well and make progress every day