There's Something Wrong with the Rules in This Neighborhood.

On the day he lost his job, Chen Chuan rented Building 402, Building 44, Xingfuli Community for 800 yuan. The agent only reminded him: It's best to read the piece of paper behind the door. Written on the paper is the "Owner's Rules": You are not allowed to leave the room after midnight. When riding an elevator, you must face the elevator door. Trash must be sorted or it will end up on your bed the next day. When bringing visitors into the community, they must register with the property management. Chen Chuan thought it was a prank. Until twelve o'clock, all the lights in the corridor went out, and a faceless man came from the end and stopped outside his door. Under the crack of the door, a line of bloody words crawled in: "You violated rule number one." Just when he thought he was dead, Chen Chuan suddenly discovered that the words "rules" had colors. Red is the iron rule. Black is the norm. Gray means there is a loophole. White hides secrets that really cannot be told. From that night on, Chen Chuan understood one thing: In this community, you can only survive by following the rules. Only by seeing through the rules can you live longer than the rules. But the last line of white words behind the door is slowly appearing—— "Rules can be exploited. But every time you use it, the rules become stronger. "