On the last subway train late at night, there was an extra carriage that didn't exist.
The passengers in the carriage had expressionless faces, each with a note in front of them.
There are five rules written on the piece of paper.
Those who violated the rules were dragged out by the "thing" outside the window, leaving only an empty seat.
My name is Shen Ye, a subway security inspector with a salary of 3,000 yuan. I survived that night—at the cost of losing all memory of the day my mother died.
Later I discovered that this city is full of such "weird rules". Convenience stores, schools, hospitals, parks... Seemingly normal daily scenes may turn into deadly rules games at any time.
And I have an ability: I can see the hidden rules of death.
The price is - every time, a memory is lost.
The more precious the memory, the more complete the rules you see.
I don't want to use this ability. But when I opened my notebook, I saw a line of words that was not written by me——
"When you read this sentence, it means you forgot again."
I realized that this wasn't the first time I'd lost my memory.
And the self I forgot once seemed to know more than I do now.
Beautiful [laughs]!