I'm Making Paper Figurines in the South of the City

My name is Xu Changsheng, the acting director of the Chengnan Folklore Museum, and an ancestral papermaker. My grandfather is the most famous paper maker in the south of the city. A month ago, he fell asleep and never woke up. The hospital couldn't find out the cause. They just said that my body was healthier than mine. I owe three months' rent, and the landlord said that if I don't pay, all my paper figures will be thrown into the trash. That night, the Nuo noodle in the museum turned sideways on its own. In the early morning, someone scratched the door. Open the door, no one is there. There was a handful of paper dust on the ground. There is a sentence written in the notes my grandpa left for me: "Chang Sheng, when you see this note, I will probably no longer be with you. Don't panic, I'm not dead, I just went to sleep." "You can't click on the eyes of the paper figures. If you click on the eyes, they will see you."