Strange Tales About the Rules of the Foggy City

The fog in Fog City is alive and will crawl out from the cracks in the floor tiles and breathe next to you. In order to repay the loan shark, Lin Mo took a night shift job as a duty clerk in Jingshui Archives. With a daily salary of one thousand twelve, one only needs to survive thirty days. On his first night on the job, he was given nine rules: Do not answer the curator's knock. When applying at midnight, just read the title, never read the text. When you hear the sound of turning pages, say "registered" immediately, but never check the source of the sound. During the hourly inspection, if there is an extra fourth step in the stairwell, return the same way. Before leaving get off work, write "Everything is OK" in the sign-in book, but don't write your name. What's even weirder is that Lin Mo's left eye can see the blacked-out hidden terms in the text of the rules. Every time I look at it, it bleeds, hurts, and draws those things closer. He thought he was guarding the building, but actually it was the building waiting for him. Thirty days later, he dug out the files of the former duty officer Shen Xue, his father's notes before going crazy, and his great-grandmother's secret of sealing the Wujiang Bronze Mirror - it turned out that he was not an intruder by mistake. He is the eleventh generation "No. 0", A lock that has been nourished by blood for ninety years. Will the fog lift? The eye of the river is still open. I don't know when his name was engraved on the throne of Shui Gong Hall. And the man who was always waiting for his return by the river was still holding a lantern on the shore. "A rule is not a talisman. It is a step-by-step way into the depths of the archives." If one day you work overtime until late at night and see an endless employee code posted on the wall—— Don't sign it yet. Because as soon as you put pen to paper, someone will know your name.