At twelve o'clock at night, Lin Zhan boarded the last driverless bus.
The rules said "no turning back, no talking", but she took advantage of the loopholes and made a fool of herself.
She squatted in the morgue of the abandoned hospital, ran her fingertips across the cold metal table, and circled the most inconspicuous death rules written in red paint on the wall.
"You are not allowed to open the morgue after three o'clock in the evening."
At 3:01, she opened the locked cabinet door.
There was no body inside, just a stack of old medical records stained with mold and a note with her name on it.
Lin Zhan does not believe in ghosts and gods, nor does he believe in the rules set by others.
She only believed in her own eyes and the evidence that could bring out the living.
The door to the restricted area opened and she came to break up the situation.
Purpose: to expose the evil of human nature and group silence behind the weird talk about rules, to show individuals' persistence in truth and justice in desperate situations, to reject metaphysical whitewashing, and to convey positive values in a closed loop of legal principles and logic.
