★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!

If offered the chance to become the next "God", who would refuse?
I would.
When you spy on others… someone’s always watching you.
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"

Recovering from a mountain trip, I (Ghost Uncle) received mysterious packages — including an expensive drone — none of which I’d ordered. The sender, claiming to be my neighbor, knew my hobbies and secrets intimately. She instructed me to fly the drone at night and film the apartment across the street.
Curiosity led me to obey, plunging me into a chain of horrors: bizarre apartment scenes, occult bathtub rituals, consciousness leaps, an omniscient "god", and the enigmatic "Time Prisoner"... The unfathomable twists will leave you spellbound!

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　　 Return from the Snow Mountain 001
Chapter 2　　 Deep Web 　　　　　　　　　011
Chapter 3　　 The Mysterious Package 　　021
Chapter 4　　 The Red Trojan 　　　　　　038
Chapter 5　　 Apartment D, Unit 1505 　　050
Chapter 6　　 The Girl with the Eyepatch 　061
Chapter 7　　 Agent Liang Reappears 　　　071
Chapter 8　　 Token No. 30 　　　　　　　088
Chapter 9　　 New Orders 　　　　　　　　101
Chapter 10　　Shenzhen University Stadium 118
Chapter 11　　Stephen 　　　　　　　　　　128
Chapter 12　　Second Close Encounter 　　140
Chapter 13　　Two Gifts 　　　　　　　　　158
Chapter 14　　The Time Prisoner 　　　　　172
Chapter 15　　The Fall Guy 　　　　　　　　187
Chapter 16　　The Bathroom 　　　　　　　200
Chapter 17　　Higher-Dimensional Consciousness 215
Chapter 18　　The Truth Revealed 　　　　226

Chapter One: Return from the Snow Mountain

I stand in the snow.
The snow is very quiet, as quiet as the snow mountain beneath my feet. It's a world of ice and snow, yet I feel very warm, as if the white covering the mountain is not snow, but soft cotton.
Suddenly, without any warning, accompanied by a thunderous roar, the snow on the hillside was torn into pieces, each as large as a house. The snow blocks above began to collapse, carrying the ones below with them. These blocks turned into a furious white beast, charging at me with the momentum to swallow the world. After a deafening roar came the wind as sharp as ice blades. I knew I was going to die, so I didn't even think about running away.
Someone behind me screamed in despair, "Avalanche!"
Just as I was about to turn my head, a broad-shouldered and thick-waisted figure appeared in front of me, standing between me and the white beast.
He took off his gloves, stretched out his right hand, and shouted like a madman, "Come out now!"
I covered my face with my hand to block the incoming snowflakes. As the white beast opened its huge mouth to swallow him and me, a flash of red light appeared from afar.
Time seemed to stop.
I stood behind the fat man, only able to see the back of his hand.
He spread the fingers of his right hand, and dark red light radiated from between them, rippling like waves. The light enveloped the white beast. The beast hesitated, slowly retracted its fury, and eventually, like a docile puppy seeing its master, it crouched down and gently sniffed the man's outstretched right hand with its nose.
The red light intensified, the beast spun around, shrank, and finally seemed to be wrapped into the red light and sealed in the man's right hand. The avalanche disappeared without a trace. The stout figure, as if having exhausted all its vitality, fell into the snow with a thud.
It was then that I came to my senses "Shui Ge!"

When I woke up, I found myself drenched in sweat. There was no snow mountain, no Shui Ge, no Japanese people, and no — Xiao Xi. I was lying alone on the sofa in my duplex apartment where I lived by myself. The afternoon sunlight seeped in through the gaps in the curtains. My undershirt was completely soaked with sweat. In late October in Shenzhen, the temperature is still quite high, and many people sleep with the air conditioner on. However, ever since I returned from the snow mountain, I have become particularly afraid of the cold from the bottom of my heart. The water must be heated to above 40 degrees, and when drinking whisky, I not only do not add ice, even want add hot tea instead to make a Hot Toddy. In my dreams, it's either an avalanche or me turning into a bright corpse buried under the thick layer of snow. So, I would rather sleep in a sweat than turn on the air conditioner, as if only in the sweltering heat can I feel a bit of security.
I propped myself up on the sofa cushions with both hands and sat up with difficulty. Having sweated so much, I still felt the urge to use the restroom. It seemed that after drinking too much water out of thirst following the "Macallan" last night, my bladder was full. I wanted to stand up, but glancing at the cane on the coffee table, I decided to hold it in a bit longer.
Yes, ever since I returned from the snow mountain, I was honorably injured and became a person with limited mobility — due to the stab from the Japanese man, Ono. The doctor said I would have to stay in bed for at least three months. If I recovered well, I might walk without a limp, but as for running marathon, no hope with that for the rest of this life. Then, I was also given this cane in front of me, as a constant reminder that I am now a "disabled person".
However, I, who am supposed to be in bed for three months, am not the worst off among that group of people.
After the "gravity reversal" incident, the upside-down red snow mountain disappeared, and so did the red snowballs hanging in mid-air. Xiao Xi went missing, and those unfortunate Japanese people suffered the most. Our guide, Doji, was minced into pieces by the helicopter's rotor blades.
Originally, all of us were supposed to be buried in the subsequent avalanche, becoming new corpses under the snow, staying with the mountain god of Kawagebo. However, at the critical moment, Shui Ge summoned the red parasites living inside him, that is, the qilin in the underground garage.
The qilin swallowed all the snow that was falling from the sky and transferred it to some mysterious parallel dimension. Or perhaps, the snow did not go to a parallel dimension but remained inside Shui Ge in some form. The evidence is his after-effects — he has to go to the bathroom every ten or fifteen minutes without drinking that much water. And according to him, what he urinates is icy cold water which makes him shiver.
I could only wish Shui Ge well in my heart, hoping that he would be able to expel all the snow-water from his body within his lifetime. I wonder how much he can urinate at once; the snow that collapsed at that time weighed at least several hundred tons.
As for those Japanese people and the sniveling traitor Xiao Ming, they were all taken back by the relevant department personnel summoned by Officer Liang for processing.
Officer Liang promised to erase our traces in the case file, so that we would not have to assist in the investigation or face a bunch of unexplainable questions later on, and could continue to live ordinary lives. In exchange, I promised Officer Liang that if needed in the future, I would use the secrets hidden in my body to do some secret "business" for the secret department he belonged to. As for what the above three "secrets" specifically refer to, Officer Liang said with a sly smile, "Uncle Ghost, you'll know when the time comes".

I still couldn't hold my urine and reached for the cane, leaning on it to walk to the bathroom. Having drunk too much whisky, the urine I passed also smells like alchohol. However, I thought to myself with a wry smile, at least it wasn't icy cold. At that moment, the sound of an electronic door card being unlocked came from the entrance.
I forgot to mention that I currently live in a high-end apartment, which was completed two years ago. It's a small duplex, with a total of over 80 square meters on two floors. The downstairs consists of a living room, kitchen, and bathroom, while bedroom is upstairs. Given my current limited mobility, I often rest on the sofa downstairs, as I did last night.
I'm a person who really dislikes trouble. The thought of decorating and all that gives me a headache. The main reason I bought this duplex apartment was because it came with genuine high-end finishing. I won't go into details about other aspects, but even the door locks are not ordinary electronic locks, they unlock with password and fingerprints — the same kind as in the Korean drama "My Love from the Star". When entering, you need to enter a password first and then press your fingerprint. I have lived here for over a year, and I once entered the fingerprint of my girlfriend of half a year. After we broke up, I deleted it. As for the other way to open the door — an electronic door card — I gave it to a young man from the aquarium shop.
I have a two-meter-long aquarium on the first floor of the duplex, a marine tank. It is filled with various marine fish, such as clownfish, wrasses, and so on, as well as corals, starfish, and a few small shrimps. Opposite the aquarium is a massage chair. When I feel tired, I lie on the massage chair and watch the fish swimming around in the tank. At such moments, I feel like I'm clearing the cache in my brain while also recharging my body, which is very comfortable.
However, anyone who has kept a marine tank knows that maintaining such a tank is particularly troublesome. At the beginning, you have to adjust the saltwater to a specific ratio and then spend a month "algae-blooming", which means letting the tank grow full of algae and then removing it to stabilize the water quality. After "algae-blooming", you can slowly introduce fish and corals. But that's not the end. If you want to keep them well, you still need to regularly test the calcium, magnesium, and pH levels in the water, supplement trace elements, add a chiller in hot weather, and a heater in cold weather. It's more complicated than raising a child.
Fortunately, this is a problem that can be solved with money. I hate trouble, so I hired someone to take care of it and left the professional work to the professionals. I asked a young man from the aquarium shop to come over once a week to take care of the tank, paying him two thousand yuan a month. It's an easy solution.
This young man is named He Xiaotian. He is twenty-three or twenty-four years old, tall and thin, with a slight hunchback and pale skin that looks a bit sickly. He has long limbs, a small face, but wears a pair of huge black-framed glasses and has his long hair tied into a ponytail at the back of his head. He works at the aquarium, not as a young artist, so I don't know why he has to be so artistic. He Xiaotian is not very talkative. He answers only when asked and never tries to make small talk with me, his client.
However, although I don't particularly like He Xiaotian, his fish-keeping skills are really top-notch. It's as if he can communicate with those fish. When he stands next to the aquarium, the fish are not afraid of him. Instead, they swim to this side of the tank, as if they were puppies waiting for their owner to come home from work.

I, the real owner, don't have such treatment: the clownfish hide in the coral, the wrasses swim to the other side of the tank, as if I were going to catch them and cook them into fish soup.
I once asked He Xiaotian what was going on. He Xiaotian said at the time that he was used to feeding the fish, and he had the smell of fish on him, so the fish regarded him as one of their own. I was skeptical, "Do fish have a smell and olfactory organs?" He Xiaotian glanced at me as if I were an idiot and simply said, "Of course".
Remembering that it must be He Xiaotian coming, I was no longer nervous and slowly flushed the toilet, then leaned on my cane and walked to the living room.
A tall and thin figure pushed open the door, and it was indeed He Xiaotian. He walked in, nodded at me without even saying "hello", and went straight to work by the aquarium tank.
He Xiaotian's work of maintaining the aquarium probably includes wiping the algae off the tank walls, changing the water, feeding the fish, replenishing the evaporated water, and supplementing the missing trace elements. It takes several hours to complete the whole process.
Normally, chatting while working wouldn't be so tiring. However, He Xiaotian is just a tight-lipped person, only focusing on his work and ignoring me. As a person with limited mobility who has to stay at home, it's not easy to catch someone to talk to, so I naturally wanted to chat with him a bit more.
So, I sat on the sofa, looking at his back, and tried every possible way to start a conversation, beginning with everything that straight men like, women, cars, alcohol, football, gambling, movies... None of them interested him.
After exhausting all my tricks, I had to admit that I was completely at a loss with him and gave up the idea of chatting.
Just as I was about to pick up my phone to scroll through my social media feed, I heard He Xiaotian say, "What a pity".