Weird Story About Rules: My Golden Finger Is the BOSS

Chi Xia died on a rainy day. To be precise, her body died, but her soul was pulled into a glowing crack. The crack appeared on the pale ceiling of the ward, like an open eye, with countless scenes flashing inside - an ancient house, a hospital, a school, an amusement park. Each scene was soaked in thick darkness, like a recurring scene in a nightmare. A mechanical voice sounded in her ears, cold and indifferent, like a civil servant who was tired of the job reading a manuscript: [The dying soul was detected, numbered LX-0707, which meets the admission conditions of "World Crack". Welcome to Rules Weird Tales. You can earn points by completing dungeon tasks, and the points can be exchanged for real life time. Current remaining life: 0 days. Please enter the instance as soon as possible and wish you survival. Chi Xia didn't even have time to ask "Is there an instruction manual?" Before a white light exploded in front of her eyes. When she opened her eyes again, she was already standing at the door of a dilapidated orphanage, holding a piece of yellowed paper in her hand, with three rules written on it in crooked handwriting—— Rule 1: Don't answer anyone's call after dark, even if the voice sounds like your mother. Rule Two: If you see yourself reflected in the mirror at the end of the hallway, smile at it and walk away. Don't look back. Rule 3: The door to the dean's office is always locked. If it's open, don't go in. You don't want to know what's in it. Chi Xia turned the note over, and there was a line of words on the back, as if someone had carved it with fingernails. The strokes were of different shades, revealing a kind of hysterical despair: Don't trust the rules.