I Became the Scapegoat for the Heroine of the Haunted House

In the haunted house late at night, the mirror couldn't reflect my face. As a freelance writer, I originally thought that I rented this famous "Haunted House with Red Nightgown" just to collect writing materials, until the moment when Su Wan fell from the building kept replaying in my dream. The inexplicable bruises on my wrists and the unfamiliar handwriting that automatically appeared on my notebook reminded me that the female ghost in the red nightgown was taking over my body bit by bit. The elegant landlord handed over a forged suicide note, but the autopsy report stolen by the forensic doctor showed that it was homicide. When I dug out the loan contract from the crack in the wall, the lights in the entire house suddenly went out. On the same day three years ago, Su Wan was locked in the attic and left to die. The moment the mirror shattered, I finally saw the truth clearly: What she hated was never the landlord who was collecting debts, but the "best friend" who listened to the cry for help but deliberately did not call the police. But when the resentment dissipated, I touched the collarbone and a spell exactly like the one on Su Wan's body appeared, and the rustle of silk nightgown came from behind...