It seems that all cities have many unreliable supernatural legends. No one knows what is true and what is false, or how much is true and how much is false.
Only those who have truly encountered extraordinary things know that illusion may not be completely false.
During the rainy season, at five o'clock in the morning, Jiang Haojun was unfortunately soaked in the rain and hurried into the subway station, where he was lucky enough to meet an old friend.
The old friend said: "Want to accompany you for a walk?"
An old friend, a deceased person.
A short story written with gay friends, keywords: abuse, transportation, non-human beings. I don't know how I will perform hahaha~
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