Police officer, would you believe me if I say this is an Iyashikei game?
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Han Fei is a comedy actor who is down on luck.

Things seemed to be turning for the better when he was given an expensive gaming helmet to a virtual reality game called Perfect Life, a soothing iyashikei (slice-of-life) game that heals one's soul.

Little did he know what he thought was heaven was actually a hell filled with terrifying ghosts and vengeful spirits. <<less

"Doc, it's like the game I made is becoming a reality."... more>>

"Isn't that nice? People are under so much pressure at work these days, but you can get away from it all, play the game, and live the life of your dreams."

"But I'm a famous ghost story game designer, I've conceived one hundred and twenty-six mu*der cases, portrayed dozens of mu*derers with different personalities, and to find material I've watched ninety-five thriller movies, more than four hundred horror comics, and collected more than two thousand urban weird tales. Now they all seem to be true!"

"So ...... do I look familiar to you?" <<less

After the disappearance of his parents, Chen Ge inherits the family-run haunted house attraction at an amus**ent park. Struggling to bring in customers, he discovers a black phone that grants him the chance to improve his haunted house with expanded scenarios, mastery of skills, the possibility of inviting supernatural inhabitants, and even clues as to what happened to his parents—but first, he must complete terrifying and dangerous haunted quests within 24 hours.... more>>

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The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor.

At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. “Landlord, is this what you meant by ‘the house can be a little crowded at night’‽” <<less