Shen Yan, the night shift restorer of Linchuan City Archives, received a broadcast from the library: He was asked to go to the underground floor to file his own death.
But the first rule of the duty rules is very clear - there is no underground floor in this building.
Soon, a death application with his name on it was sent up from the underground. After dawn, the bank could not find his account, the hospital could not find his name, and he was even deleted from the community's household list.
Machines believe that he does not exist, and only a few old pieces of paper and a few living people still remember him.
Shen Yan usually peels off the soaked paper page by page and rescues the words that have been stuck to death by paste. This time, he wanted to find out who had changed the original document before his name was put in the dead file.
But in the old photos left by my sister, things that shouldn't be missing are beginning to be missing.
