Doors and Roads to the Human World

Lin Mo, the night shift security guard at Yunqi Mansion, has a principle - follow the rules in everything. Doors must be checked, inspections must be carried out, and when things happen, don't make blind guesses, just follow the procedures. Until he discovered that as long as the registration was done properly, riders who got lost inexplicably in the middle of the night could always find the building number; as long as the inspection route was followed in a standard way, the flickering corridor lights would return to normal on their own. Han Dong, a rider from the same city, also has an obsession - just to be on time. Narrow alleys on rainy nights, endless dead ends, and neighborhoods with failed navigation. He rushes past the time limit, and the twisted streets behind him will slowly return to their original places. Thirty thousand people ran down, and where his wheels ran over, even the abnormalities were scattered by three points. There is invisible rust in this world. Time deviation, spatial dislocation, disorder of rules - people call it coincidence, but they don't know that it is disorder gnawing at the boundaries of reality. Communities, schools, and business districts are fixed anchors of order, and delivery routes are flowing chains of energy. Countless people in ordinary positions are using daily rules to maintain the stability of the world. Some people insist on breaking the rules, feeding disorder with chaos, and letting cracks spread in the city. One is guarding the door and the other is rushing. There are no amazing powers, just a code and a car full of fireworks. If the door is there and the road is open, the world will not collapse.