I Deliver Food in the World of Rules

My name is Chen Mo, and I am a food delivery boy. At three o'clock in the morning that day, I delivered takeout to a closed convenience store. Then the street turned into a ring. Then four more red letters appeared on the wall. Then I saw a drunk man melting in front of me. For three seconds, no residue was left. I can see rules with my right eye. But the rules don't necessarily want me to live. Tomorrow at three o'clock in the morning, the next game will be at the Municipal Hospital. I have to go. Because those who don't go will disappear before then. In a world of rules, I survive by delivering food.