No. 81, Nanping Community

The rent is one-tenth of the market price, and the cost is your entire life. Song Qian, an unemployed screenwriter, was forced to move into Room 404, No. 81, Nanping Community. On the first night, the elevator took her to the non-existent "B4 floor." The neighbors here reminded me with a smile that "it's just in time for the 15th". Wet footprints in the corners spread out night after night, and the whole building resounded with neat stomping sounds in the early morning. She soon discovered that the building was a living "ghost breeding ground." On the fifteenth day of each month, one family will disappear from the world, and everyone's memories will be tampered with simultaneously, as if they never existed. Only Song Qian, with the old tape recorder left by her grandmother, preserved terrible evidence - she recorded the footsteps of her neighbor's family being "harvested" like puppets on strings. As the investigation deepens, terror invades the bone marrow from the outside: her memory begins to "fuse" with the life of a strange woman, the image in the mirror smiles half a second slower, and the vegetables in the refrigerator grow veins. What's even more desperate is that she is not an accidental victim, but the "last main ingredient" selected by the formation. To tear apart this system that has swallowed up hundreds of lives, she must sneak into the corpse cave under the foundation and pull out the bronze key that connects all curses. But when she finally put blood on the key, what she heard was the deepest betrayal and truth: her bloodline had been a part of this ghost from the beginning. Escape is not liberation, but a lifelong companionship with the key parasitic in the pupil. When fear becomes your only reality, do you still dare to believe your eyes?