I can see people's "professional fog": lawyers are gray fog, doctors are white fog. It predicts talent and also indicates the end point.
I made a living by doing this, until I met Shen Chuan, who was surrounded by thick scarlet fog - his "occupation" was not on any known map, and the fog was filled with the cries of the dead souls.
He is an "urban legend cleaner" who deals with strange existences that distort reality due to human obsessions. And I was forced to become his partner, interpreting the abnormal rules under the fog:
There is always an extra step in the middle of the night, a live broadcast room that burns life points, a rainy night noodle shop that sells memories...
We solve these "disqualification incidents" like scavengers, only to find that we are being dragged into a larger conspiracy: all the "talents" and "professions" in the world are actually a gentle cage that has lasted for thousands of years. Shen Chuan is the most dangerous loophole in this system, and my ability is another seed that has been planted long ago.
The journey of hundreds of thousands of words is a countercurrent from urban fantasy to the source of destiny. When the fog clears, we will face the final choice:
Should we live up to a script written by others, or should we shatter the mirror of talent and see the "disqualified" but true self in the fragments?
Fog is the blindfold of fate.
Sichuan is the only way to go against the current.
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Style: New Strange Suspense｜Urban Tales｜Unit Puzzle + Main Line Depth
Core: High concept of "career is destiny" × Cold aesthetic style × Philosophical speculation
