Weird Story: Live Broadcast Barrages Are Going Crazy, Please Don't Do It

My name is Li Mo, an ordinary social worker who works overtime until early morning. When I opened my eyes, I was lying in a non-existent hospital with a countdown watch on my wrist. [Welcome to the realm of ghost stories·Midnight Hospital, current survival rate: 3.7%] Every rule here can kill, every ghost is waiting for me to make a mistake. And I awakened a talent that shouldn't exist - rule tampering. While others lingered on in ghost stories, I patched up the rules with my backhand, allowing ghosts to get stuck in math problems and doubt ghosts. Barrage: "Anchor, you are a real dog hahahaha" "Fuck, can you still play with the rules like this???" "Ghost: If you haven't been to elementary school, don't QQ." The point is, this is all being broadcast live around the world. Tens of millions of viewers are online with me to break down the rules, find loopholes, and watch me commit suicide. Barrage: "Don't open the door! It's trying to trick you!" "Anchor, don't die! I'll give you rockets!" They call me a savior who specializes in all kinds of dissatisfaction. Until I saw my body in the No. 3 Freezer of the morgue. It turns out that I am the one who makes the rules. It turns out that the dean of each cycle is also me. It turns out that the real audience of this live broadcast has been waiting for me to wake up again. This time, I want to rewrite my own ending.