I Compile Taboos at the Folklore Society

Chen Mo was admitted to the unpopular unit "Folklore Collection and Protection Association", and his daily job was to sort out absurd folklore reports from various places. Until he took over a "strange story about an elevator in an old building": The elevator always stops running at midnight, showing the non-existent -18th floor. Colleagues said it was due to aging circuits and the file records were collective hallucinations. But Chen Mo discovered that all the missing people said the same thing in the elevator. He walked into the elevator according to the rules and whispered to the monitor: "I know you want me to go to the -18th floor." "But according to Article 7 of the Elevator Safety Regulations, you have to show me the special equipment registration certificate first." The elevator shook violently. Later, the president called him to the office and handed him a stack of top-secret files: "Let's get to know each other formally. We are the ones who compile taboos and containment rules." "And your physique is the rules' favorite prey—and their only loophole." At this moment, deep in the neon lights of the city: The anchors with over 10,000 likes in the midnight live broadcast room began to disappear, the never-finished old street trapped the 103rd passerby, and the automatic reply on Weibo came from the deceased three years ago... The warning on the file's title page is still wet: [Once the rules are established, they will surely devour more souls. [Beware of those who change the rules for you.