Weird: My Notes on Folklore Taboos

The day my grandfather passed away, he left me a broken notebook. It reads: If the paper man doesn't look right, the coffin won't fall to the ground. The dead sing, the living sing, if they don't agree, let's lie down together. I thought this was feudal superstition. Until the old man watching the night suddenly died, the paper figures began to sing coffin-carrying songs. Lying in the coffin is myself. And my shadow stretched out its hand towards me. Shen Qingyan from the Folklore Administration Bureau told me: The world is being swallowed up by ancient taboos. If you don't follow the rules, you will die. But following the rules will only lead to a slower death. I don't think so. Rules are meant to be broken. I have my grandfather's notes and a modern brain. You are afraid of Weirdness, I will make Weirdness afraid of me. ——Because I found that the last page of the note said: "My dear grandson, there is only one real rule: whoever makes the rules is God." This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.