When Emi picked up the faded playbill in an abandoned theater, the scarlet gilded text was crawling along the veins of the page.
Each copy is a sophisticated box of lies.
The little girl in a floral skirt handed out candy, with twelve scalpels hidden in her folds; when the charred security captain roared, a half-blooded exit ticket was revealed in the pocket of his uniform.
Jiang Jian used deductions to tear off the camouflage on the surface of the rules, but every time he successfully deduced, the relief of the twelve-eyed demon god in the dome mural quietly rotated a micron.
"You have triggered the hidden rule." The announcer's voice sounded along with the rusty sound of gears. Jiang Jian saw his own shadow reflected on the brass lampshade growing a third hand, stuffing a beating crystal into the crack of his skull.
In this grand show where cognition is the bet, the real trap is not the rules themselves, but the inertia of thinking that will inevitably be stepped on when breaking the rules.
When Jiang Jian finally broke out of the cycle, all the seats suddenly opened their dense compound eyes - it turned out that the so-called escape passage was just an umbilical cord leading to a deeper stage.
Concept: Jiang Jian is an ordinary person who is accidentally drawn into the strange story about rules and develops the story with some good or bad supporting characters. In this article, good is not necessarily good and bad is not necessarily bad.