This story begins with an idea: If early self-study is to fight against death, if the head teacher is a sleep monitor, if "the dead like this" is not a disease but the truth - then what is the life we repeat every day?
I spent a long time building the rules of this world: every crack in the page of the dictionary, the call at three o'clock in the morning, the slow half second in the mirror, the survivors in 2003... All the details point to the same answer: the world is false, but you who are looking for the truth are real.
I hope you can accompany Chen Qi and turn to page 347.
Concept: If the world is a book written to death, is "living" written in a certain way, or can it be modified?