On the morning when the Corruption Beast tore apart the long street, Xu Ansheng's cell phone vibrated in his pocket. It's not an alarm, it's a memo to remind: [Repair the wind chime on the balcony. Change the water for pothos. Make a dentist appointment. Confession failed? The world collapses? Erosion flowed from his eyes, and the tree of logic grew wildly. The pursuers of the Silent Agency were horrified to discover that this walking "humanoid rule engine" was meticulously executing that ridiculous list between dissecting the beast and compiling the rules - as if completing it would prove that "Xu Ansheng" had ever existed.
