My name is Lin Mo, and I am a social horror copywriter that no one pays attention to. Until last Wednesday, I discovered that my colleague who had been sitting across from me for three months was missing.
No one in the entire company remembers this person. His workstation is empty, his computer is missing, and his name is not even on the attendance sheet.
Then I started seeing red writing on the wall. [Don't count floors in the elevator] [Don't take takeout orders] [Don't stare at yourself in the mirror for more than three seconds]
No one else can see it. I thought I was crazy. Until I saw a person who broke the rules slowly became transparent before my eyes, and finally melted into the wall.
It turns out that the anomalies in this world are never caused by ghosts and gods. It is our fears, our desires, and our obsessions that have become the rules of cannibalism.
Today, I saw her shadow in the company's fire escape. She was in the thick of the rules and called me over. She said she wanted to tell me how the whole city turned into a huge cage.
