The night in Sanjiangkou has never belonged only to gangsters and police.
When a strange black fog enveloped this small northeastern city, ancient rules began to spread in the streets and alleys...
Don't look back at three in the morning, don't accept the third cigarette offered by a stranger, don't count the house numbers in the alley.
Violators will die in strange ways, with no bones left.
The police force's metaphysical detective Zhang Yiang smelled an unusual smell. The gang boss Zhou Rong found that his territory was being encroached by something indescribable. Two desperate thieves, holding a stolen item of unknown origin, ran into a dilapidated folk antique shop in the old city in a panic.
There was a man sitting in the shop.
He was making tea and flipping through yellowed ancient books, not even raising his eyelids to the strange entity chasing after him outside the door.
He just said a word, and everything outside was reduced to ashes.
No one knows who he is. But from this night on, all the forces in Sanjiangkou, the police force, gangs, thieves, weird...
They will all become pawns on his chessboard.
He is the last night watchman, and he writes the rules of this city.
