[Strange stories about rules + wits to break the game + global collaboration] "When the old clockmaker's house in Hangzhou devoured the fourth person, I touched the white gloves of the deceased.
"The hands of the wall clock are running backwards... Don't believe the time." - The moment the death rattle rang in my mind, the wall clock in the living room was pointing to 12 o'clock.
The rules clearly read "No looking at the wall clock at midnight", but the deceased's watch showed that it was actually 3 a. M.
I am Shen Yan, the fired former criminal investigation captain and the only person who can read death messages.
When the world is besieged by copies of rules, when explicit rules are all murder traps, when the city will be engulfed by shadow in 72 hours——
I clutched the bloody copper pocket watch tightly and heard the obsession of the second deceased: "It is afraid of the smell of iron, and it is safe only if the gloves are torn."
It turns out that rules are never meant to be followed, but broken.
And every time I interpret the last words, I burn my life away.
