After the Rules Expired, I Saw Through All Dead Ends

The entire city fell into deathly silence at exactly two o'clock in the morning. A strange survival notice covered all residential areas. The cold rules and regulations bound everyone, and those who touched it would face unknown death. No one dares to overstep the mark. Everyone in the city huddled in small rooms, abiding by the rules word for word, treating rigid obedience as the only life-saving trump card, and lingering in the suffocating silence. Only Lin Yan remained awake in the dead darkness. He glanced at the bloody words on the glass repeatedly, his fingertips caressing the window sill unconsciously, and there were layers of dissonance in his heart. The provisions constrain each other, the logic is rigid and fragmented, and there is a deliberate awkwardness everywhere, as if someone has deliberately piled up shackles rather than a true guideline for survival. Everyone around him blindly followed in fear, and no one paid attention to the details. Only he habitually stared at the gaps and flaws, and smelled a fatal coldness in everyone's default way of survival. No one knows that obedience without a bottom line often leads to faster death than blatant violations. Lin Yan leaned against the wall, his eyebrows and eyes cold, not showing any emotion. Darkness enveloped his silhouette, and he quietly watched the people in the whole building panic over a piece of paper. Some roads look safe, but are actually paved dead ends. True vitality is never limited by black and white words.