Ghost Poem Swan Song

Li He has a notebook. Three years ago, it suddenly appeared next to his pillow. Cowhide cover, blank interior pages, origin unknown. He wrote the first question on it, and the notebook replied with three words—— "It depends." Three years. Ask about the weather, ask about exams, ask whether it will rain tomorrow. It's always "it depends". Until tonight. He wrote on the paper: "I like a girl, do you think she likes me?" The notebook was silent for a long time. Then, a new line of handwriting slowly emerged—— "Tell me and listen." For the first time in three years, it did not say "it depends." The night in Nancheng is the same as ever. On a tall building in the distance, an LED screen scrolled with a supernatural weather forecast: "There will be a tide of low-level ghosts tonight. Citizens are asked to close their doors and windows." In this world, ghosts are real. The Antarctic glaciers melted, and ancient ghosts emerged. Nuclear bombs cannot hit it, and the army cannot stop it. Until Potion Z came out, it awakened a group of awakened people called "Ghost Guests". But all this has nothing to do with Li He. He is just a sixteen-year-old middle school student who has just finished the high school entrance examination. His biggest worry is which application to fill in tomorrow. He just wants to live quietly. Until he opened the door. Until he saw blood all over the ground. Until there was a line of blood writing on the ceiling facing him—— "Found it." And his notebook, which had been silent for three years, finally opened the first page.