Low-IQ Crime: Tales of the Night Watchers at Sanjiangkou

The nights of Sanjiangkou have never belonged only to gangsters and the police.

When a strange black fog descended over this small northeastern city, ancient rules began to circulate through its streets and alleys...

Never look back at three in the morning. Never accept a third cigarette from a stranger. Never count the doors in an alley.

Those who break the rules die in bizarre ways, leaving no remains behind.

Zhang Yi'ang, the police force's occult detective, sensed something was amiss. The crime boss Zhou Rong realized that some indescribable thing was devouring his territory. Meanwhile, two desperate, clumsy thieves clutching a piece of stolen property of unknown origin stumbled blindly into a dilapidated folk antiques shop in the old city.

Someone was sitting inside.

He was brewing tea and leafing through yellowed ancient books. He didn't even raise an eyelid as the strange entity came hunting at the door.

He said just one sentence, and the thing outside vanished without a trace.

No one knew who he was. But from that night on, every force in Sanjiangkou, the police, the gangs, the thieves, and the strange entities...

would become pieces on his chessboard.

He was the last night watchman, and he would write the rules of this city.