When the law is silent and people's hearts are frozen, he uses the obsession of the dead to cast rules, and uses his own memory as firewood to ignite a fire that burns injustice in the world. But will this fire eventually light up the dawn, or burn him out?
My sister died in the cold system of the hospital.
From that day on, Chen Ye gained the ability to turn the obsession of the deceased into "rules and strange stories".
Medical shady stories, workplace oppression, school violence... He uses the weirdest rules to punish those evildoers who wander on the edge of the law.
Every time he creates a rule, he pays for it with a warm memory.
He thought he was playing God.
Until I met her - the female teacher who could purify ghost stories with just "I heard it".
Until I faced him - the fellow "collector" who regarded pain as art.
Until you confront them - the transnational forces who seek to turn rule technology into eternal shackles.
This is a three-way war:
The God who uses fear to enforce the rules of the world
Awaken the purifier of good intentions with understanding
The shepherd who uses control to create docile flocks
When Chen Ye finds that he gradually forgets the warmth of his sister's smile, when his followers twist his rules into new violence, and when a larger shadow tries to absorb this power... He must answer:
Is the true salvation to make rules for the world, or to awaken the world's ability to write its own rules?
When you open this book, you will not only step into a dark night city with intertwined rules, but also a soul torture about "how should we transform the world?" When the last ghost story dissipates, what is left is not fear, but the warm window lights lit by countless people on the long street before dawn.
