A collection of short stories in different styles
"One, two, three, wooden man, don't speak or move."
The young man paused for a while, but there was no movement behind him.
He waited for a long time but didn't hear the person behind him shout "He won".
He hurriedly turned around and looked back. Apart from the overwhelming darkness of night and the deserted streets, where were the other people?
The lantern he held in his hand creaked in the wind, and his body became unstable.
Purpose: Obey traffic rules, starting from you and me