Death Penalty at the Beginning, I Hide a Thousand-Year-Old Lost Word

(No system, no cool writing, urban cultural imagination, non-traditional Confucianism and Taoism, promoting traditional culture) [There is no superiority or inferiority in words, only the context; there is no superiority or inferiority in style, only victory] 2026, Shanghai No. 3 Detention Center. Shen Zhuyu was about to be executed by lethal injection in 12 hours, charged with "illegal possession of lost words and endangering the safety of the word system." This world is exactly the same as the one you and I are familiar with: there are subway takeaways, endless short videos, and a bottle of iced black tea worth three yuan and a half. But all electricity, doors, weapons and order are based on "words". When driving the subway, recite the rhyme of "Huanxisha", deliver food and recite the speed-increasing mantra of "Breaking Time", and the police must first shout the "Sixteen-Character Order" when arresting someone. Even the iced black tea is mixed with "happy words and rhymes" mass-produced by large companies. Everyone has memorized it since childhood: there is no superiority or inferiority in words, the order overcomes the slowness, the slowness overcomes the near, the near overcomes the quotation, and the quotation overcomes the order. Before making a move, you must first report the word card. This is a truth that has been running for thousands of years. Until the eve of his execution, Shen Zhuyu touched half of the burnt 1937 rice paper in his palm and softly read out the phrase that no one had ever heard. In an instant, the electronic locks in the whole building popped open, the surveillance turned into snowflakes, and all the speakers played "Happy Words and Rhymes" in a loop. Special police immediately surrounded the detention center, capital killers set guns on the roof, and people from Fuyun Club were waiting in the sewers to rescue him. Everyone is robbing him, everyone is afraid of him. It wasn't the defenseless death row prisoner they were afraid of. What they are afraid of is the pain of country subjugation thousands of years ago, the blood of family and country a hundred years ago, and the unspoken true words of millions of ordinary people that are buried deep in the sea of ​​words. Never dead.