The strange era has quietly arrived, and human fear and madness have begun to distort reality, turning into living rules and strange stories:
Late night bus, platform 13, will always leave an extra "seat" for you...
What you take with an old camera is not a photo, but your deepest nightmare...
Article 3 of the Company's Newcomer Handbook: Absolutely, don't work overtime.
Countless cities have become strange realms, order is collapsing, and humans are screaming to figure out the rules of survival.
And I, codenamed "Judge", belong to an organization that walks in the shadows - the "Human Calm Department".
My job is simple: record, analyze, and then, shred them.
While others were struggling to survive in strange stories, I held the pen of rules and wrote every taboo into a file that could be suppressed. I am a walking disaster recorder, specializing in dealing with all kinds of rule hunters who disobey.
To this day, my always-slow boss, holding a wolfberry thermos cup, pushed open the door of the archives room and gently placed a top-secret file with a red cover in front of me.
And I, belonging to the "Human Calm Department", walk on the edge of losing control, recording and suppressing these living rules.
Until today, my boss, who is always holding a teacup, handed me a top-secret file:
"New mission, target 'people of the motherland'——"
"Remember, this time, you're allowed to lose control."
