Beneath the Mandate of Heaven, I Stand Above the Rules

Under Heaven's Mandate, people instead die beneath the written word.

Only Lin Yan can see those words. But seeing them doesn't mean he understands them. He once saw a man straightened out by two characters, arranged like an object.

He's been doing cleanup work for so long he's almost forgotten how many years it's been. Ten years, perhaps.

The day before yesterday, someone set a stack of papers on the counter.

Thirty-seven pages.

Five months.

Not one of them had died.

"Why show this to me?"

"Because you can see it."