When that weird nursery rhyme enveloped East City like mist, the whole city fell into a grand disorder.
The traffic lights flashed in vain, and the vehicles piled up in a steely dirge at the intersection.
People have the same panic hidden in their eyes, as if they are being pulled towards madness by invisible threads.
Within half a month, traffic was completely paralyzed and the city was in chaos.
The psychiatry department that was once open to the public has long been breached, but even the most sophisticated instruments cannot detect any abnormalities.
Government organizations and academic experts have set up a special study, but there has been no progress.
Duan Fansheng is very adaptable to all this. Compared with the misty nursery rhymes, what worries him more is next month's rent, the empty refrigerator, and the depleted food storage. These are the realities that he must face.
Finally, things turned around and on the 63rd day of unemployment, an interview notice was like a life-saving straw.
He passed through half of the chaotic city, trudging forward amid ruins and panic.
After finally coming back from the interview, I was involved in his first game...
Here, fear is the only currency, and life is a bargaining chip that can be taken away at any time.
Blood and crisis have become the best catalysts.
In the battle of life and death, he not only met partners worthy of his life, but also had unforgettable memories.
On the edge of life and death, a pair of hands pulled him out of the monster's sticky tentacles.
He said his name was Jin Yiran.
With a mortal body, flowers bloom.
With a mortal body, I went to the abyss of beauty.
This is an agreement, and it is also a cause and effect in this terrible world.
They are each other's glimmer of light in the endless night.
It is also the only anchor point in this life.
They traveled through the fog of the game together, shared the last sip of water among the ruins, and guarded each other's sleep in the long night.
Together they go through the fog of the game and establish a tacit understanding beyond words on the edge of life and death.
Together they travel through the valley of death, looking for glimmers of light among the rules and cracks of the game.
Every time we join hands to survive, the connection between our souls becomes an inch deeper; every time our eyes meet, our hearts become clearer.
They clung to each other, surviving under the rules of the game, thinking they had found each other's driftwood.
From acquaintance to life and death, from reservation to complete honesty, they work together to break through deadly games, exploring the deep truth behind the game in desperate situations.
They travel through the bizarre worlds hand in hand, and establish a bond beyond words on the edge of life and death.
They work together to pass through a series of deadly levels and get infinitely closer to the core of the game.
When the mystery is solved, when the end comes.
The moonlight is like water, falling on the world.
"It is said that the moonlight is a gift from the moon god." Jin still stood at a high place, his clothes neatly dressed, "What do you think?"
Duan Fansheng stood in the shadow, and the white ribbon seemed to separate them into two worlds.
"So," his voice was as soft as a sigh, broken in the wind, "Are you the... Last hurdle that I have to pass?"
Jin still looked back, the moonlight fell on his eyes, but could not shine into the depth. In his eyes was a sadness as deep as the abyss... And determination that Duan Fansheng had never understood before.
"No," he corrected him, his voice still gentle, but like the final judgment, "I exist for you... The prologue and finale of the whole world."
But is the truth of all this really just like this?
Purpose: This is a story about workers' resistance.
