
Regular Handwriting
About This Novel
I moved into an apartment with the lowest rent in the city, but little did I know that it was settled in another currency-your life. The clock struck midnight, and a piece of rule paper stained with ink was stuffed into the crack of the door on time: [From midnight to one o'clock, it is forbidden to stare out of the window for more than three seconds. I survived, but found that the pen I had lost ten years ago was writing tonight's death code. The old residents were like devout lunatics, fighting among themselves for the pieces of the rules. They secretly enshrined a faded photo of a girl and worshiped it day and night. That is the sister I have been looking for for ten years. Before the ink on the tip of the pen is dry, the rules have begun to tamper with reality. When the "underlying code" of the entire apartment was finally unfolded in front of me, I trembled and looked at the pen in my hand and the increasingly unfamiliar face in the mirror-- It turns out that killing the "author" is the only way to escape this story.
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