Strange Tales of Rules: the Seventh Customer

#Rule #urban weird #nightshift storekeeper #brain-hole puzzle #counterattackshuangwen #unitcase #long-term suspense # #systemhardcorebreakthrough With six figures in debt and no other options, Chen Shi joined a late-night convenience store that no one dared to take over. He originally wanted to pay off his debts with a high salary, but unexpectedly broke the terrifying taboo of late night in the city. Every day from 2:47 to 4:00 in the morning, a short 73 minutes is the weird night time, where yin and yang interact and everything is dead. The ordinary shelves in the store have turned into the hard currency of the underworld, and the customers who come late at night are never alive. Seven years ago, his father disappeared mysteriously, leaving only six iron rules for keeping accounts, which became Chen Shi's only life-saving trump card. Guests must be greeted with courtesy, money must be collected, change must not be left behind, and accounts must be settled at dawn. Those who abide by the rules are in charge of the yin and yang accounts, and those who violate the rules have no bones left. Every strange banknote hides the secret of the deceased, and every transaction is a game of life and death. Chen Shi unlocks the authority of the bookkeeper, detects deceptions with money, borrows money on credit, makes his own rules, and counterattacks step by step in the dangerous night cabinet. The weirdest thing is the seventh customer who arrives on time at 3:33 every night. He was silent, only buying small items, and paying the same ten-dollar bills day after day without interruption. Chen Shi finally found out the truth: his father did not disappear seven years ago, but owed a huge debt. This mysterious shopper comes to pay off his father's debt every night! The City Appearance Office is waiting for an opportunity to cancel the identity of the bookkeeper, and the underworld supplier secretly arranges it. His father's debt is repaid by his son, and Chen Shi has no way out. When the last banknote was put into the account, a cold voice suddenly echoed in the empty convenience store: "The account has been paid off, now it's my turn to make a request."