My Voice Recorder Is Full of Dead Souls

There is someone in the mirror, someone behind you, someone behind the door, but... Are they really people? Five years ago, my parents disappeared. They left behind an unlit recorder and a box of investigative transcripts. In order to find out the truth, I became an investigative reporter and lived in Hongguangli Community, which was full of horrors. There were many puzzling rules here, and my life also changed.