Mi Ling Hotel

My name is He Ling. I should be 2 years old. I live in the Miling Hotel. My date of death and date of birth are both yesterday. I am a good boy who doesn't smoke, drink, or perm my hair, and who only dabbles in murder and arson. Friends in the hotel are more or less suffering from some occupational diseases. Some have disordered thinking, as if dogtail grass has grown in their brains; some have stiff bodies, as if they are sealed in photos; some are foolish and stupid, as if they are living in their own hallucinations. Luckily I'm healthy. My neck is not stiff and can rotate 720°. I have countless big Kazilan eyes. I took out two of them and still have a pocket. There is nothing wrong with my whole body. The evil spirits all say that I am normal. My current job is to work with a group of dead people to earn some living expenses, while saving or destroying the world.