I used to be a night courier, but my delivery was no ordinary package. The recipient is a wandering soul, and the express delivery note contains rules for claiming life. It wasn't until the authorities came to visit that I realized that this was called a global strange recovery.
They asked me to join the [Anomalous Object Investigation Bureau] and became the lowest trainee prosecutor. My colleagues are top soldiers and top students, but I am just a temporary worker who only understands the "rules".
Until the abandoned medical school that swallowed up three students appeared. "No noise" was written in blood on the wall, and everyone was told to keep quiet. But in my eyes, the real rules are scarlet and dazzling:
[Rule 1: The sound must be continued. Silence is a confession.
When the captain's roar of "Silence!" Came over the intercom, I made my choice. I opened my mouth and revealed the name of the real culprit in that unjust case ten years ago.
It was at this moment that I realized that my job was no longer to deliver express. But to find the only way to survive among the countless deadly strange rules and "send" the resurrected weirdness one by one to where they should go.
But when I went deep into this vortex, I found that behind the recovery, there was a pair of black hands that stirred up the storm...
