Horror scenarios descend upon the real world, transforming heaven and earth.
Han Ying has the special ability to travel between different scenarios.
The male classmate who seems cool and polite on the surface but is as eerie as a ghost.
The sunny senior whose speech is livestreamed from the auditorium on your phone, while his corpse lies on a mortuary table, smiling at you with a pale, bluish face.
The boyfriend whose portrait hangs on the wall, yet who stands outside the door in a gentle voice, saying, "I'm coming in."
A confidant who comforts you on your way home from the night shift.
A ghost on the other side of the wall, slipping blood-red love letters through the gap beneath your door every day.
Han Ying: Guys, am I going to make it out alive?
"There's a Ghost Next Door"
Han Ying hadn't even reached middle age when he suddenly lost his job. One night, drinking to drown his sorrows, he sat half-drunk on the floor of his cramped, freezing rental apartment and received a call from a childhood friend.
His memories were pulled back to the old apartment block, with its smell of cooking oil and dim yellow lights. Before he could ask why they were calling, a familiar yet strange voice on the other end screamed, "Help me! Help me! He's back for revenge! He's going to kill everyone..."
A shrill scream and the sharp crack of something snapping came from the other end of the phone.
Han Ying was startled sober. Then a faint, spine-chilling sound came through the phone, like slow footsteps.
Tap, tap, tap...
At the same time, the television, which had been dark, suddenly lit up. A host who had retired years ago turned a face with indistinct features toward Han Ying. A distorted voice crackling with static came through the speakers, reporting an old news bulletin: "...a major criminal case has occurred. Driven by longstanding grievances, three minors conspired to rob and murder a resident on their floor. To conceal the murder, their parents posed as the victim and paid the rent for three years, creating the illusion for the neighbors that the victim was still alive..."
The footsteps on the phone grew more real and distinct. Han Ying turned his head in a daze and looked toward the entrance to his rental apartment, whose door had somehow been pushed ajar. The twisted black shadow on the carpet gradually stopped changing shape.
Come on, I only lived in the room next door to you for six months. Are you really going to take it out on me, too?
When he woke up again, he stared blankly at the pale yellow mosquito net with a hole in it. The sounds of everyday life in the corridor filled his ears. His neighbor Auntie He spoke in her usual booming voice:
"That lad Xie next door asked me to pass you a year's rent... Do you take me for that kind of person?"
A pure romance, with possibly a little horror. The love interest has multiple fragments. One-on-one pairing.
Theme: We can get through hardship by supporting each other.
