Strange Investigator's Notes

[Strange stories about rules + suspenseful wits + urban supernatural powers] My name is Shen Mo, an ordinary restorer of ancient books. When my grandmother died, all she left me was a worn manual and a piece of faded rope. I thought this was just the old man's thoughts, until that rainy night, the second figure behind me was reflected on the elevator mirror. Bloody words appear in the manual: [It is imitating you, it is waiting for you to collapse. Silence is your strongest armor. At that moment I realized that what I inherited was not a relic, but a mission that had been guarded for thousands of years. The peeper whispers in the mirror, the person in the mirror smiles in the shadow, the last train never ends... In the darkness of the city, the rules are twisted and strange stories are revived. And I am the only "writer". While others struggle to survive in ghost stories, I [define] the rules for them in a manual. Do you feed on fear? I take "cognition" as my prison! However, when I went deeper into this world, I discovered a more terrifying truth. The "Predator" organization tried to tear up the original contract. My parents did not disappear, but walked into that "door"... And my sister, her pure soul, is the key to all the weird and coveted things. Use ink as a guard and blood as a contract. When the final moment comes, facing the "chaos" that can swallow up the world, should we sacrifice ourselves and recast the rules, or find another way? I made the third choice—— From now on, what protects the world will no longer be the blood of a few people, but the light and darkness in everyone's heart. [This is a notebook, a record of how to "repair" ghost stories, set rules, and keep records in the strange world.