When I woke up on the first day, there was an extra family photo rule in the living room: Dad cannot be trusted, mom's cooking cannot be eaten, and my sister's doll can talk.
I silently stuffed the note back into the seam of the sofa, only to find another yellowed piece of old rules——
"Don't let 'it' find out you can see the real rules."
At midnight, my sister knocked on the door holding a bleeding rabbit doll: "Brother, mom is chopping bones in the kitchen, but dad is not at home... Who is that in the kitchen?"
I lowered my head, and the third rule suddenly popped up on my phone:
"Congratulations on becoming the new 'dad', please live and take my place."
