2026
The Sixth in the Morgue
At three in the morning, the funeral home’s Morgue was only supposed to have five registered bodies, yet I found a sixth, unregistered, nameless female corpse in locker number six.
A slip of paper was pressed against her chest with nothing but my name written on it.
Even more terrifying was the moment my hand brushed her wrist; I saw the last seven seconds of her life and heard her raspy, blood-choked voice whisper: “Shen Nian, don’t trust your father.”
That was the night I realized that sometimes, the dead don’t come to say goodbye-they come to reopen a case.
The Secret of Five Letters
My husband jumped from a building and died in a pool of blood.
The police quickly cordoned off the scene.
A few days later, the autopsy report came back: the cause of death was a massive intracranial hemorrhage, and his body bore numerous signs of a struggle.
The police told me he had committed suicide and that there was no killer. I didn’t believe them.
She Was My Radiant World
I was beaten and driven out of the Chancellor’s Mansion with clubs.
As I lay dying of illness in the pouring rain, a scholar picked me up and took me home.
He didn’t mind my filth, nor did he mind my stupidity.
He cared for me in silence, acting even more like a mute than I did.
Once my injuries had healed, I prepared to bid the scholar farewell.
He went out to buy supplies for my journey, but he did not return that night. When I finally found him, I discovered that someone had broken both his legs and left him on the street to die.
He saw me and looked dazed for a moment, his face tinged with regret.
“Zhizhi, why haven’t you left? You should have gone.”
I wanted to ask myself that too-why hadn’t I left? Perhaps it was the few scraps of conscience I had left that made me unable to walk away, unable to avoid the trouble.
I dragged him home and nursed him with care. Before long, he recovered.
Neither of us ever mentioned my departure again. Later, his name appeared on the golden roster.
He was named the Top Graduate during the palace examinations, and he was on the verge of achieving fame and fortune.
Yet, he knelt and pleaded with His Majesty to thoroughly reinvestigate the case of the deposed Crown Prince from years ago.
His Majesty was furious. He threw him into the Imperial Prison and ordered his exile to the frontier.
I had no money and couldn’t get into the Imperial Prison.
I could only wait at the city gates, hoping to run into him and ask what on earth had happened.
But I waited through several dawns and dusks, and he never came.
Later still, I entered the palace as a study companion for the Fifth Princess.
Only then did I learn that a scholar in the Imperial Prison that year had died to prove his resolve, smashing his head against the blood-stained walls of the cell. Naturally, there were no guards to escort a prisoner out through the city gates.
But the Song Duhe I knew was never a reckless man, and he certainly wasn’t one to choose death so easily.
Alice’s Nightmare Rules
Chapter 0
I unexpectedly entered Wonderland.
But what awaited me was a rules-horror nightmare.
Players who violate the rules will become the red paint used to color the white roses.
Rule 2: Both cookies and potions are poisonous. Please consume with caution.
Rule 3: The hat is the Mad Hatter’s most precious possession. Do not touch it lightly.
Rule 6: Mr. White Rabbit’s pocket watch is faster than the actual time.
Rule 10: Under no circumstances should others be allowed to see your rules.
Welcome to Alice’s Nightmare.
Good luck, Player Tong Yu.
I stared at the playing card that had appeared in my hand at some unknown moment, printed with these bizarre rules, and fell into deep thought.
Five minutes ago, I was still sitting in a theater seat, quietly waiting for the post-credits scene of the movie Alice in Wonderland.
I had seen this animation when I was a child. While shopping at the mall, I had unexpectedly won a free movie ticket, so I stopped by to revisit the classic.
After the film ended, I intended to leave directly like most of the audience, but the theater staff blocked the exit and suggested we stay to watch the surprise post-credits scene before leaving.
Was my memory failing me? In my impression, there were no post-credits scenes at the end of this film.
It wasn’t until the credits finished rolling that the big screen suddenly went blank, and all the lights in the theater extinguished simultaneously.
The next second, a blood-covered, red-eyed rabbit suddenly appeared on the screen.
Accompanied by the screams of the audience, a terrifying giant rabbit crawled out from the two-dimensional screen, opened its bloody maw, and swallowed everyone whole.
When I opened my eyes again, I had arrived in this strange world along with the other audience members.
A mysterious forest and a White Rabbit in formal wear looked almost identical to the scenes from the film.
It had been exactly one week since the last time I entered a bizarre and absurd fairy tale world.
I had thought it was just a premonitory dream.
But the card in my hand with the eerie rules seemed to tell me that this was likely only the beginning.
Standing in the center of the crowd, Mr. White Rabbit glanced at the pocket watch on his chest, cleared his throat, and said:
“Everyone, welcome to the first stage of Alice’s Nightmare Trial: Broken Pocket Watch.”
As soon as the White Rabbit finished speaking, an identical pocket watch suddenly appeared in everyone’s hands.
“Adjust the time to the correct position and press the button on top of the pocket watch to submit your answer.”
I leaned in and saw the time on the pocket watch on his chest.
It displayed a fixed moment that never advanced.
20:27.
I lowered my head and re-examined the rules.
The only useful information was Rule 6: Mr. White Rabbit’s pocket watch is faster than the actual time.
But how could I know exactly how much faster it was?
There are thirteen ranks in a deck of cards, but I had only received four scattered cards.
The other half of the clues for this puzzle should be on the other cards I hadn’t received.
This was a game that required cooperation.
Just as I was planning to look for teammates among the people around me, the man standing in front of me suddenly exploded into a blur of flesh and blood.
Droplets of blood splashed onto my card.
At the same time, explosions began to occur one after another throughout the crowd.
The White Rabbit held a paint bucket, collecting plasma while saying, “A reminder to everyone: once an answer is submitted, it cannot be changed. Please cherish your only chance.”
Hold On! Survival in the Apocalypse with Caution First
The roars of zombies echoed from the street below.
Inside the apartment, my mother and I were tied together, forced to watch as my so-called “friends” ransacked our entire food supply, their faces twisted with disdain.
“Is this it? This will barely last a month or two. If we bring these two along, it won’t even last us a month.”
Liu Jinjin shot a meaningful look at her burly boyfriend. Taking the hint, he picked up a knife and started walking toward us. They were going to kill us!
The Lactation Specialist
I am a lactation consultant, specifically catering to wealthy socialites.
To gain my clients’ trust, I intentionally pretend to be blind.
I never expected that one day, when I arrived for a home visit, I would discover that my client had become a corpse.
And her husband was currently discussing how to dispose of her with another woman.
The Earth Master Girl: Trapped in the Ailao Mountains
A wave of metaphysics has swept through the entertainment industry, leading to the creation of an adventure variety show.
The production team invited two Feng Shui masters to oversee the proceedings: one is a Hong Kong Master, and the other is me.
Everyone mocks me for being so young.
What they don’t know is that I am the sole Earth Master successor.
May Fourth Love Letters
Liu Xingzhi is dead.
His wife traveled all the way from Wuxi to Beiping to invite me to the funeral.
She did so because among his personal effects, there were dozens of letters, every single one of them addressed to me.
Yet, in the past ten years, I had only met him seven times.
After My Ex-Boyfriend Died, He Left Me One Billion and a Killer
After my ex-boyfriend, Gu Yanzhou, died, his will specifically named me as the one who had to read it aloud. He left me one billion in equity, three video recordings, and a final message: “Don’t be so quick to hate me. Among the people sitting across from you tonight, there is one who killed me-and your brother.”