Echo 213

I am Lao Zhou, an ordinary anchor of a supernatural column. I hang out in an advertising agency during the day, return to my rental house at night, and make a living relying on submissions from listeners. For more than two years, most of the stories I receive are indifferent and weird stories, and I laugh them off after hearing them. Until last month, I received several submissions from different cities. A Didi driver from Wuhan, a white-collar girl from Shanghai, a young man from a construction site in Northeast China, and a retired teacher... Their identities are very different, but their experiences point to the same strange place. Their stories ring too true, unnervingly real. I originally wanted to cut these submissions into one episode, but found that the more I dug into them, the more eerie the connections between the stories became. What's even weirder is that they all seem to remind me of the same thing in different ways: Stop looking into it. But I couldn't help but keep digging. Until late one night, a large number of unfamiliar "Jinjiang Tenant" accounts appeared in the barrage in my live broadcast room. Until I received that private message with only five words on my mobile phone. I just realized, These contributions, Maybe from the beginning, it was more than just submission.