My name is Chen Mo, a former member of the National IQ Association and now a delivery boy.
Don't ask why you changed careers. The question is, delivering food is less troublesome than dealing with people.
Until that night, I took an order for takeout to room 404.
The elevator in that building only stops at odd-numbered floors.
When the corridor light turns red, you must immediately enter the nearest room.
When you hear someone calling your full name, don't look back.
People in the whole building are circulating a copy of the "Household Rules", saying that if you violate it, you will disappear.
I looked at the takeaway in my hand and then at the rules posted on the wall.
Oh, the rules, right?
What I am best at in my life is to exploit loopholes in the rules.
Later I learned that this kind of place is called the "Ghost Story Field", and random outbreaks occur all over the world. The country has a secret department called the Ninth Bureau, which specializes in handling such matters. They call people like us who come out alive "qualified ones."
Later, I saw another version of myself in a mirror.
He smiled at me and said, "You are finally here."
I said, "Don't worry, I haven't read your rules yet."
