When the radio announced that "there are no underground warehouses in supermarkets," Chen Mo was wearing underground warehouse work clothes.
Night shift employee Chen Mo's world collapsed at three in the morning. The supermarket broadcaster coldly denied the existence of underground warehouses, and the overalls he was wearing and the first rule of the employee handbook ("There are no underground warehouses in supermarkets") all confirmed this. However, Article 2 of the manual ordered him: "When you hear the denial on the radio, immediately go to the underground warehouse to take refuge!"
The rules are contradictory and existence is erased by the system. * He rushed to the elevator leading to B3, but the inner wall was covered with red words warning: "It's lying to you!" "Don't go back to the warehouse!" What's even more terrifying is that the broadcast accurately called the names: "Chen Mo employees, please return to the underground warehouse immediately."
It's a death game over "names." Chen Mo was forced to go deep into the "underground warehouse" that was denied by the rules. In the countdown "buffer room", he found that his predecessors had left clues in Braille and blood letters: "The watch is in the name. The name is the key and the lock." He must pass the cruel "identity verification" and avoid "it"'s ubiquitous prying eyes within the safe time.
**Rules are traps, names are curses. ** The manual is tainted, the radio is whispering. Just when he thought he had found a way to break the cycle and destroy the rules (the "directory" that collects names on behalf of "it"), he encountered the deepest despair - the sacrifices that had passed the "screening" would eventually become the blood ink to write the next rule.
Welcome to the underground warehouse where logic breaks down. Here, your name is the ink "it" needs most.
