A piece of paper is half a way out, half a way out.
Chen Ming never thought that being replaced by a night shift security guard would drag him into endless weird talks about rules. Old buildings, last trains, convenience stores, morgues... Every dark place has rules written in blood, true and false, and every word is a reminder.
Evil ghosts surround you, hungry ghosts gnaw at living souls, and fierce ghosts pretend to be kind. Even the rules themselves are a gluttonous feast set by them.
Cover the mirror? Hide in the freezer? Turn out the lights?
It is difficult to distinguish the authenticity of the blood-lettered reminders from the past, and the clues in the environment hide the way to survive. He has no golden fingers, no luck, only a pair of eyes that can see through the fog, and a heart that makes every step forward——
From the prey who passively escapes, to the game-breaker who analyzes the rules, to the causal man who deconstructs obsessions.
Every time he faces the fangs of the evil ghost, he is half an inch away from entering the gate of hell; every time he reverses the rules and truth, he steps on the edge of life and death to find a way out.
When all ghosts are hunters, when all rules are traps, the living are always bait.
And he wanted to use the rules as a blade to carve out a way to the sun in this dark way.
