My name is Shen Yan, I am 26 years old and I am an ordinary social worker struggling in a first-tier city.
He has no prominent family background and no outstanding talents. He lives a boring life in the company and in a rental house every day. His only hobby is to read a few rule-based ghost stories before going to bed, looking for a little excitement out of mediocrity in those absurd and terrifying rules and regulations.
I once thought that the rules written on the paper, the weirdness hidden in the darkness, and the recurring death were all just fictions of the author's imagination, another world that had nothing to do with me.
Until last Tuesday, my life had completely turned into a weird talk about rules that I couldn't wake up from.
