Mystery
Little Ghost Delivers Money
After Huang You wakes in the middle of the night and overhears two ghosts talking about hidden money, greed pulls her into a deadly game of fortune, curses, and borrowed fates.
Her roommate Wanting insists the ghosts are Water Ghosts looking for a Substitute, but each warning only makes the promised wealth harder to resist.
As more secrets surface, Huang You realizes that both the ghosts and Wanting are hiding their true intentions.
To survive, she must decide whom to trust before her Eight Characters, her life, and even her body are stolen by forces that have been circling her from the start.
Midnight Phoenix
The night before last, I hooked up with a younger guy, only to find out the next day that he was the precious son my client wanted me to escort.
Before leaving for the airport, the young man turned to his mother and said, “You can rest easy with Auntie Que here. No one would dare mess with me except her. Oh, by the way, I finished all the liquor at home yesterday. Remember to buy some more for Grandpa.”
“You silly child, why did you drink so much?”
“…Too much pressure.”
Mother’s Death List
While sorting through my mother’s belongings, I found a crumpled notebook tucked under her pillow.
Four words were scrawled unevenly across the title page: “The Kill List.”
The first name on the list was the obstetrician who had delivered me.
The date noted beside it was the day I was born.
The second name was my father’s.
The date was the day he died in a mining accident.
The third name belonged to a stranger.
The date noted was yesterday.
The police told me that this person really did die yesterday, but my mother was buried over a month ago.
Murdering Cinderella
The Prince was searching the entire city for the girl who had lost a Crystal Slipper.
My Stepsister stole my shoe, falsely claiming that she was the one who had danced with the Prince the night before.
Little did she know, the Prince had committed a murder that night.
And I was the only eyewitness.
My Brother’s Girlfriend
I died of a sudden asthma attack while being bullied.
My family sent my bruised and battered body straight to the incinerator; no one went to my school to demand justice for me.
Later, my brother started dating the girl who bullied me.
He turned her into the blade he would use to avenge me.
My Entire Class Is Made Up of S-Class Anomalies, and You Call Them Disabled Students?
Li Que had transmigrated.
In this world, anomalies lurked everywhere, and ordinary people lived in constant fear.
Fortunately, he had awakened the [Good Teacher System]. As long as he properly taught the handful of troubled students in his class, he could become an anomaly wielder.
So he happily wrote lesson plans and taught his students.
Then, one day, everything changed.
A girl with autism burst into tears. Storm clouds blanketed the sky as anomaly domains spread unchecked!
The boy who loved sleeping through class opened his eyes. The entire world fell asleep as nightmares descended upon it!
The food-obsessed boy looked up at the stars, opened his mouth, and swallowed. Heaven and earth went dark!
At that moment, Li Que was utterly dumbfounded.
Li Que: “What the hell? Every student in my class is an S-class anomaly?!”
My Ghostly Ex
After being cheated on.
Out of spite, I chose Xu Mo, the coldest and most aloof school heartthrob from high school.
In the dimly lit bathroom, he was unbelievably obedient.
Letting me do as I pleased, his body temperature was as cold as ice.
My fingers slowly reached for his belt.
But he grasped my wrist:
“Wait a moment, okay?”
I was stunned and looked up at him,
“Can you… save me?”
My Mother’s Leather Handbook
Mom had a Leather Handbook that recorded every woman Dad kept on the side.
One of them, Aunt Wei, was marked in particular.
In Mom’s delicate handwriting, she had written: This is the little toy I’m leaving you. Enjoy this life to your heart’s content, my daughter.
After Mom died, that woman buzzed into my life like a fly.
And I swatted her straight down into hell.
Nightmare in the Lonely Building
While I was taking a bath, my phone suddenly popped up a message.
[There has been a vicious murder in the city, the killer is on the loose. Citizens are advised to lock doors and windows and not go outside.]
Just then, someone knocked on the door.
“Hello, Property Management here to check doors and windows.”
My hand holding the phone trembled.
There’s no Property Management in our neighborhood.