Twin female zombies come to the door: My lord, please have mercy!

Early winter, 2030, dawn.

In the land of cherry blossoms, deep beneath Tokyo, lies the Shibuya High-Class Shelter.

Outside the three-meter-thick lead-zinc alloy explosion-proof door, an endless procession of ghosts roams the night.

The dull thuds and chewing sounds came through the thick walls, making the thousands of tycoons, politicians, and high-ranking Onmyoji family members crammed into the shelter tremble.

The air here is murky and filled with the stench of despair and sweat.

"It's alright, as long as we hold on until dawn, the High Priest of Ise Grand Shrine will activate the barrier..."

A middle-aged man in a tattered suit slumped in a corner, nervously biting his thumbnail and muttering the same phrase over and over.

Beside him sat a little girl, about seven or eight years old, clutching a tattered rag doll.

The little girl suddenly looked up, and her eyes, which had been filled with fear, now held a hint of confusion.

"Dad, can you hear me?"

The middle-aged man paused, stopping his nail-biting. "What did you hear? Have the monsters outside broken in?"

"No, Dad."

The little girl pointed to her head, a naive smile playing on her lips.

"It's music, like a music box, and there's an older brother talking."

"He said he dreamed of a white city. It was full of light, and there were many, many doors painted with white doves..."

The little girl's voice was clear and tender, sounding particularly out of place in the deathly silent shelter.

People around them turned around and looked at the father and daughter with strange eyes.

The middle-aged man, somewhat annoyed, covered his daughter's mouth: "Baka! What kind of time is this to be talking nonsense! There's no such thing as a white city!"

"But Dad, the door is right there. I pushed it open."

The little girl pulled her father's hand away forcefully.

She slowly stood up, stretched out her small, delicate hand toward the indestructible alloy wall of the shelter, and made a gentle push motion in the air.

"Click".

A crisp, pleasant sound of the door opening resounded simultaneously in everyone's minds.

next second.

The middle-aged man was horrified to discover that his daughter's frail body was instantly turning into white sand, starting from her fingertips!

The sand was like a sand sculpture blown away by the wind on a summer beach, collapsing with a crash onto the cold cement ground.

"Keiko!"

The man let out a heart-wrenching scream and lunged forward to hug his daughter.

But all he grasped with his hands was a handful of cold, white sand.

But this is just the beginning.

The "White City" described by the little girl was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake.

That imagery and concept were replicated like the most virulent virus in the minds of the thousands of people in the shelter.

"I saw it too... such a dazzling white light..."

"Are the gods of Takamagahara here to take us away?"

"Push open the door... push open the door and the pain will be over..."

One by one, people stood up.

Regardless of age or gender, everyone blankly stretched out their hands, making a pushing motion towards the void.

"Click, click, click..."

The sound of doors opening in my mind was as dense as a torrential downpour.

Two minutes later.

This high-class shelter fell into absolute silence.

The ground was covered with a thick layer of white, luminous sand.

Not a single person was left alive.

The blast door remained tightly shut, and the demons outside continued to ram it, but inside, it had become a dead city made of light and sand.

……

At the same time.

The other side of the earth.

The United States, the Pentagon's underground S.H.I.E.L.D. core conference room.

Around the circular table, military leaders and financial representatives from the Eagle Nation were still enthusiastically discussing how to send the "Olympus Squad" to infiltrate the Great Xia Nation and steal the genes of the man named Lin Ye.

"General, the first batch of agents injected with Zeus's serum have arrived in the neutral country."

"Their physical strength is sufficient to make them immune to 90% of magical attacks from the East."

A tactical analyst wearing gold-rimmed glasses is giving a report.

However, he had barely finished speaking.

A white officer wearing the rank of major general, sitting across the conference table, suddenly stopped taking notes without warning.

He put down his pen, took off his military cap, and his eyes were vacant.

"Have you heard a song about Baicheng?" the major general murmured to himself.

Everyone in the conference room was stunned.

The old general at the head of the table frowned:

"Major General Mike, did you not sleep well last night? We are discussing an S-level strategic operation against the Great Xia Kingdom. Please stay focused."

"No, General. That city is too beautiful."

Major General Mike stood up, a fervent sense of pilgrimage on his face.

"There is no sin involved. The door is right in front of me, and I must go in."

As he spoke, he extended his right hand, which was wearing a white glove, and pushed it in mid-air.

"Mike! What are you doing?!"

The old general slammed his fist on the table and stood up.

But his voice caught in his throat.

Under the horrified gazes of everyone, the major general, who possessed the secrets of the Eagle Nation and had been injected with the first-generation enhancement serum, instantly disintegrated, turning into a pile of white sand that scattered across the valuable walnut conference table.

"My God..." The tactical analyst was so frightened that he fell to the ground.

"Is this a biological weapon?! Seal off the ventilation shafts! Activate the highest level of purification procedures!" the old general roared.

However, it's too late.

Major General Mike's description had already implanted the concept of "White City" into the minds of everyone present.

This is a type of rule-based meme pollution.

No contact or medium is needed; simply imagining the "scene" is enough to trigger a death sentence.

"Click".

Another illusory sound of a door opening rang out.

Immediately afterwards, one after another, people in the conference room stood up, made a pushing motion towards the door, and then turned into a puddle of white sand.

The Great Xia Kingdom.

Jiangzhou, Command Center of the General Administration of Abnormal Phenomena Management.

Chu Hongyan had just returned to the bureau after comforting the family members. As soon as she opened her office door, her adjutant rushed over, covered in sweat, not even bothering to straighten his uniform.

"Captain Chu! Something terrible has happened! A large number of bizarre deaths have just occurred in Jiangzhou City!"

Chu Hongyan frowned and casually tossed her coat onto the chair: "Has the Western containment artifacts spread?"

"It's not a music box! This is ten thousand times more terrifying than a music box!"

The adjutant slammed a freshly printed urgent report onto the table, his hands trembling so much he could barely hold the paper.

"This morning, the traffic radio program 'Midnight Listen' broadcast a recording of a late-night call-in. Within ten minutes of the program airing, everyone who listened to that frequency... disappeared!"

Chu Hongyan's pupils contracted slightly: "Disappeared? Where's the body?"

"No body! Only a pile of white sand was left at the scene!" The adjutant pulled up the surveillance footage.

In the video, a taxi driver waiting at a red light suddenly pushes open the car door, makes a pushing motion towards the air, and then collapses into a pile of white sand, scattered on the asphalt road.

"The technical department immediately intercepted the radio recording and discovered that the sound itself did not contain any spiritual energy fluctuations. The killer was the content of the recording!"

The adjutant pointed to the audio waveform on the screen.

"The recording describes a white city and a door painted with pigeons. An intelligence analyst deduced that this is a supernatural tale based on human understanding of natural laws, which we tentatively call 'The Door-Pushing Ghost.'"

"Never listen to the original audio recording! Two operators from the technical department who were responsible for audio noise reduction just heard the original recording and have now turned to sand!"

After hearing this, Chu Hongyan felt a chill run down her spine.

Last night's music box at least required three conditions: midnight, heavy fog, and the door being open.

Today's "door-pushing ghost" is practically a map-wide attack with a cheat code.

Once that image forms in your mind, you will be forcibly dragged into the rules of death.

No matter how powerful the guns and cannons of the Great Xia Kingdom are, can they defeat a concept in a person's mind?

"Immediately notify the technical department to cut off all radio broadcasts and network audio transmissions in Jiangzhou! Cut them off! Cut them all off!" Chu Hongyan issued the order decisively.

"Captain Chu, the connection has been severed, but the bodies of those who turned into white sand... that is, the sand itself, are undergoing a secondary mutation."

The adjutant pulled up another video feed from a frontline operative's cell phone.

In the scene, the white light sand that was originally scattered on the ground began to wriggle.

They slowly converged and pieced together, eventually forming a pattern on the ground of a "door" with a white dove with its eyes closed.

Anyone who accidentally steps on the pattern or stares at it for more than three seconds will have a vacant look in their eyes, then make a pushing motion and turn into new sand.

This thing not only spreads through sound, but now it has even evolved to spread through vision!

Chu Hongyan stared intently at the screen, a deep sense of powerlessness welling up inside her.

When faced with this naturally formed law of catastrophe, does humanity really have any room to resist?

A lazy figure suddenly flashed through her mind.

"Get the car ready immediately. We're heading to Taiping Old Street."

Chu Hongyan grabbed the car keys from the table and strode out.