Dorm Notes

Dormitory Building No. 7 In the western suburbs has no surveillance, no security, and only a linoleum booklet that has been passed down for a hundred years. The name on the booklet is written in cinnabar; the red tick behind the name is a token of death. When Lin Zhou got the "check-in form" made of yellow paper, he knew something was wrong with this place. What others see as a life-saving iron rule are all flaws in his eyes: ——"Don't look into the eyes of the holder of the soul recording book", but does the reflection in the mirror count as a violation? ——"No green food", but what if that green is the only life? While everyone was cautiously following the rules, he took a magnifying glass and looked for typos between the lines. Because Lin Zhou understands a truth: the people who write the rules are also mortals with shaking hands and typos. The "holder" in the old uniform ticking boxes behind the window doesn't understand. Until Lin Zhou used that typo and scratched a big "X" on the "attendance sheet" with his backhand. "Want to take my name?" Lin Zhou looked at himself in the mirror with green fire burning in the depths of his pupils, and a sneer curled up at the corner of his mouth. "Unfortunately, I have the final say on the rules in this booklet."