[Internet editor + pseudo-person + logical deconstruction + unit drama + team collaboration + calm male protagonist + urban superpower + cognitive pollution + order protection]
My name is Chen Xu, a gold medal online editor. I was kicked out by the editor-in-chief because I was too picky and specialized in fixing all kinds of logical flaws.
Just when I was thinking about how to spend the rest of my life with my savings, a mysterious man Shen Yan approached me. He handed me a black ID card with "Social Abnormalities Control Bureau" printed on it.
"We deal with some 'special' social issues," he said. "For example, some people firmly believe that they are the warrior kings of the end of the world and are hoarding weapons to 'purify' the city; some people dance endless ballet in abandoned theaters day after day, with the floor worn down to a centimeter deep; and some people are bound to the 'dress-up boss system' and believe that they can gain superpowers by completing tasks..."
I pushed up my glasses. Isn't this the poisonous routine I see every day when reviewing manuscripts?
After joining the company, I discovered that my colleagues had very different styles: Tang Lin, the technical wizard, was responsible for transforming my glasses into logic detectors, and Ling Yue, the force officer, had a gun named "Reason." My task is to use the professionalism of an editor to deconstruct these "pseudo-humans" born of human extreme obsessions, see through the "core narrative" on which they exist, and then use cold logic to pop their story bubbles.
When madness becomes reality, logic is my only weapon.
