Three years ago, Shen Du's sister disappeared in a mysterious fire. The police concluded that it was an accident, but he didn't believe it.
Three years later, at three o'clock in the morning, all the corpses in the funeral home where he worked the night shift opened their eyes at the same time.
The radio rang, announcing the first rule: "You must not look at the deceased for more than three seconds at night."
He stared into those dead eyes, and a line of dark red text floated next to his sight -
"× This rule is true, but the thing you are looking at is not the deceased."
While others bet their lives within the rules, he took an open-book exam within the rules.
He can see every death reminder. Which rule is booby-trapped, which door leads to death, which "safe house" is the real way to survive - it's all written in the air, only for him to see.
But tips don't come for free.
The more you watch, the higher the cognitive pollution value. The prompts changed from clear to incomplete, from incomplete to contradictory, from contradictory to false - in the end, even he himself couldn't tell which line was true and which was false.
What's even worse is that there is something called the "Compiler" who stands at the top of the world of ghost stories, tampering with the rules, forging prompts, and pushing all the chosen ones as pawns on the chessboard.
Shen Du did not intend to be a pawn.
He wants to find the editors and overthrow the system.
If you can still find your sister on the road - even better.
