At 1:17 a.m., the rain had just stopped.
While making his last delivery in the old part of town, courier Shen Zhi stumbled upon a lockdown no ordinary person was meant to see.
A mortally wounded Night Watchman pressed a scalding black identification tag into his palm and left him with just one sentence:
“From now on, this route is yours to patrol.”
From that moment on, Shen Zhi’s world changed.
Monsters lurking in the rain, lies in sealed files, accidents deliberately buried, and a patrol route that only appeared at night all began closing in on his life, bit by bit.
More terrifying still, the end of this route wasn’t at a street corner or in an alley.
It was downstairs from his own home. The real patrol began the moment he opened the door.
By day, he was just an ordinary deliveryman.
By night, he had to patrol the places in this city where nothing was supposed to go wrong, on behalf of a dead man.
