At eleven o'clock in the night, the rules of the duty building were posted on the wall:
1. Don't look back when the light at the end of the corridor is on.
2. If someone knocks on the door and claims to be a security guard - there is no security guard in this building.
3. Violators will be removed from the roster.
Everyone is playing by the rules.
Only Chen Yan squatted in the corridor, copying down the rules one by one, and then circled two words between the second and third items.
"Here, there is a loophole."
If others break the rules, they will die.
He never violates—he corrects.
The ink is his authority, and the pen is his sword: cross out typos, fill in loopholes, and reverse murder clauses to kill guile.
From the lowest-level scribe who could not find this person in the files, to the annotations, proofreading, and legislation - all the way to the title page of the "General Code" that houses all kinds of secrets.
Weird roar: "You broke the rules!"
Chen Yan closed the notebook and shook the ink on his hand.
"I haven't violated any of them."
