"He’s creating his own Weirdo Universe."
—Dominating Big Bro, Reader

"This story is even weirder — utterly addictive! The mystical beliefs and mountain taboos are masterfully balanced by Uncle Ghost’s rationality and skepticism."
—Chatty Mom-Chen, Reader

★Suspense master Cai Bigui (aka "Uncle Ghost"), a top influencer with 4.76 million Weibo followers, finally publishes his sensational work—once restricted and deleted on the "Tianya" forum for its explosive content—now thrilling six million fans!
★A series of bizarre and eerie stories, heart-stopping and addictive, each standalone yet interconnected, pointing toward the ultimate future of our lives.
★Acclaimed suspense writers Cai Jun, Zijin Chen, and Spider highly recommended: A unique blend of horror, mystery, sci-fi, and mind-bending twists!

Our dilemma: Return to the mundane world and continue our ordinary lives, or bravely step into a completely unknown forbidden zone?
All fear stems from the unknown.
If you're not a freak, you won’t encounter these strange events.
If you're not Uncle Ghost, you couldn’t imagine such madness.

The series includes 8 volumes:
"Weirdo's Bizarre Case Files: The Basement Prison"
"Weirdo's Bizarre Case Files: Taboo of the Snow Mountain"
"Weirdo's Bizarre Case Files: Death Pending"
"Weirdo's Bizarre Case Files: The Island Dream"
"Weirdo's Bizarre Case Files: Delusional Reality"
"Weirdo's Bizarre Case Files: The Assassination Loop"
"Weirdo's Bizarre Case Files: Game Shadows"
"Weirdo's Bizarre Case Files: The Time Prisoner"

I (Cai Bigui), along with my friend Shui Ge and two travel companions, Xiao Ming and Xiao Xi, set out to explore the famous Meili Snow Mountain. As the journey unfolds, increasingly bizarre events occur — an alternate world on the mountain, unpredictable anti-gravity fields, fluctuating time, hidden secrets among the travelers, and a mysterious research organization. We realize we’ve fallen into a trap set years ago...

Cai Bigui, born Cai Zeng, is a bestselling sci-fi and mystery novelist with six million followers online. Awarded "2019’s Top 10 Most Influential Book Reviewers."
Since 2009, his novels have sold over a million copies, including the "Long Game" series, "The Hyperbrain", the short story collection "BBQ Horror Tales", and the screenplay "Memory Reconstruction". "BBQ Horror Tales" won "Fifth Chinese Original Fiction Awards — Most Popular Short Story Collection," while "Memory Reconstruction" received the 2019 Golden Feather Award. A film adaptation of "BBQ Horror Tales" is currently in production.

Chapter 1: Journey to the Snow Mountain / 001
Chapter 2: Entering the Village / 023
Chapter 3: Strange Encounter in the Woods / 043
Chapter 4: A Beauty’s Confession / 065
Chapter 5: Sudden Turmoil / 085
Chapter 6: Meeting an Old Foe / 106
Chapter 7: Bizarre Messages / 126
Chapter 8: The Path to Truth / 143
Chapter 9: Trapped Again / 170
Chapter 10: The Enigmatic Guide / 199
Chapter 11: A World with You / 227
Epilogue / 252

Chapter 1: Journey to the Snow Mountain

Xiao Xi was behind the wheel, while Shui Ge sat on the right side of the backseat. Xiao Ming kept his distance, leaning against the left door.
Last night, Shui Ge’s story about the underground basement had lasted until five in the morning. True to his reputation as a former top-tier game designer, he narrated it so vividly that we all felt trapped in that inescapable labyrinth.

Exhausted and tense, further disoriented by Shui Ge’s deliberate misdirection — through words, gestures, and especially his chilling finale — I momentarily lost my grip on reality. For a brief moment, the line between story and truth blurred. I felt like Lolita from his tale, sitting beside him in that cursed basement, unable to escape.
The near-hypnotic effect didn’t just play tricks on my mind — it warped my senses. I couldn’t even stand up from the hotel bed, hallucinating the roar of an engine. It wasn’t just me; Xiao Xi and Xiao Ming were just as spooked.
But two minutes later, I snapped out of it. A little rational thought was all it took: I couldn’t possibly be Lolita. For one, I’d only known Shui Ge for less than a year — there’s no way my photo could’ve been on his computer three years ago. Second, my thirty years of lived experience as a man were too vast to be some fictional construct of a woman’s imagination. As for the phantom pain of being bitten by a "pixiu" while sitting on his right? Probably just one of Shui Ge’s sneaky tricks, maybe some hidden prop to sell the story. Bottom line: we’d been duped. Xiao Ming and Xiao Xi got off easy, but I’d lost a prized bottle of 25-year-old Macallan and an expensive artisan pipe — all without even getting anywhere with Xiao Xi. A total scam.
I took a deep breath and glanced at him in the backseat. Regardless of how much truth was in his story, his storytelling skills were undeniably masterful.
Then I turned to Xiao Xi, focused on driving. She wore a snapback matching her hoodie, embroidered with "Richardson."
After last night’s ordeal — exhausted, spooked, and too embarrassed to demand Xiao Xi’s promised "company" — I’d just gone back to my room with Shui Ge.
So much for that rare whisky and pipe. But the trip to Meili Snow Mountain was long. Plenty of chances left.
The highway drone lulled me into drowsiness. The car was dead silent, all four of us seemingly asleep.
It wasn’t until we arrived, rested overnight, and "revived" the next day that things livened up.
After breakfast in Kunming, we set off for Shangri-La. Now refreshed, I took the wheel. Xiao Xi, still in her cap, rode shotgun, while Shui Ge and Xiao Ming resumed their backseat positions.
Xiao Ming seemed to have moved past her fear of the "bugs inside Shui Ge", chatting and laughing with him again. As for me — never one to dwell on shame — I reclaimed my role as the car’s entertainer.
To lighten the mood, I cracked a few dirty jokes. Xiao Ming wheezed with laughter, and even the usually aloof Xiao Xi couldn’t suppress a chuckle.
Shui Ge abruptly cut in, "The higher we go, the thinner the air gets. Laugh too much, and you’ll pass out from hypoxia."
Xiao Ming gasped. "That serious?"
Xiao Xi, likely experienced with high altitudes, shot back, "Actually, the more body surface you have, the worse altitude sickness hits. So you should worry, Shui Ge."
I piled on, "Especially on Meili Snow Mountain — what’s the peak, 6,000 meters? Need us to prep an oxygen tank for you?"
Shui Ge snorted dismissively. "The main peak is Kawagarbo, 6,740 meters. You think we’re climbing that?"
Xiao Ming frowned. "That doesn’t sound too high. Isn’t Everest over 8,000?"
Though Shui Ge planned the route, I’d done my homework. No way I’d let him hog the spotlight. "Most professional teams ignore peaks under 7,000 meters," I said, "but Kawagarbo’s never been summited — ever."
Xiao Xi turned, intrigued.
Emboldened, I continued, "In 1991, a Sino-Japanese team tried after two years of prep. Then — avalanche. Seventeen dead. Some bodies were never found."
Xiao Ming leaned forward. "Wait, how?"
I dragged it out for drama. "Legend says it’s cursed. The mountain god—"
Shui Ge interrupted, "Correction: The team was from Kyoto University, not Tokyo. Leader was a meteorologist, Inoue Jirō. They started in December 1990, vanished January 3, 1991."
My face burned. This bastard just had to one-up me.
Xiao Ming gasped. "Wow, Shui Ge knows more than Uncle Ghost!"
Even Xiao Xi turned to him. "Go on."
Oblivious to my glare, Shui Ge obliged, "They were elite — scientists, top gear, full funding. Diaries later found showed they expected an easy summit."
I surrendered, focusing on driving while he lectured.
"Then", Shui Ge’s tone darkened, "the blizzard hit. Their five-man advance team was 200 meters from the top when they retreated. Days later, all seventeen vanished overnight from Camp 3."
Xiao Ming whispered, "How?"
"Search teams found nothing. No bodies, no gear — just rumors."
I jumped in before he could steal the climax, "Locals believe Kawagarbo is sacred. They say the climbers saw a phantom temple near the summit. Afterward, China banned all attempts. It’s one of the last unclimbed peaks."
Xiao Ming sighed. "Makes me wanna try! Imagine being the first!"
Shui Ge scoffed. "Even with gear, I wouldn’t. After that basement, I’ve learned not to tempt fate."
Xiao Xi nodded. "I don’t believe in ghosts — but collective anger? That’s real. Could’ve triggered the avalanche."