My name is Zhou Xuan, I am nineteen years old. I just entered college and was dragged back to my old house by a broken diploma. My parents have been missing for almost four years. No one is alive or dead, but money is deposited on my card on time on the 15th of every month. This operation is more sinister than the suspense novels they wrote.
Until I took out the black notebook. It was as blank as a face, but it could read the words on its own. Immediately afterwards, a "ghost policeman" in a black windbreaker came to the door and said that I had taken the account book recording the traces of evil spirits and was forced to open business from then on. This comrade named Qin Jian, whose face was colder than the bottom of a pot and whose eyes could freeze someone to death, insisted on pulling me to investigate the case.
Later, we added a plant spirit named Lu Xun, who had green eyes and loved to nibble grapes. He said he would form a "ghost hunting group" with us. From the No. 3 Furnace in the crematorium to the experimental bodies in the air-raid shelters, from the peony pillows in the old embroidery shop to the morgue of the mental hospital, we have exposed many evil spirits in human skins and seen the human heart that is more terrifying than ghosts.
The notebook is still hot, and the clues about my parents are getting closer and closer. As for me? A history student who is forced to work has to jump back and forth between "I can't survive this life" and "investigate the last case again" every day. After all, who let me hold the key to the truth in my hand - even if the key is extremely hot to the touch.
Concept: The game between the abyss of human nature and the glimmer of redemption