Cultivation of Writing: I Turn Seal Script into Code

There are two things that Lin Shen will never forget in this life: First, the rhythm of his sister's tapping on the hospital bed, da, da, da, was exactly the same as the sound of his right index finger tapping the table. Second, the cool smell of menthol cigarettes when the curator said "performance is pending". It has been three years since his spiritual energy was revived, and he is still a temporary worker with a monthly salary of 2,800, because people with no background will die if they awaken. Until he discovered the secret in ancient books-Chinese characters are codes, and he was the only programmer. There is no invincible start. The first time he compiled the word "lamp", the desk lamp exploded and he had a nosebleed for half an hour. The first time he used the word "shadow", he almost scared himself to death in the dark. But the third time, he rewrote the Night's Watch's tracker. For the fourth time, he made the family thugs wet their pants in three seconds of absolute darkness. "My sister is still waiting." This is what Lin Shen said every time he gambled his life. He didn't know that his sister was also an experimental subject three years ago, number 08. And the night watchwoman who helped him take out the note from his stomach was number 07. The rhythm of their tapping on the bed is da, da, da. Like a countdown.