Every Word I Write Is a Rule

An Zihua, a forensic doctor working the night shift at the Municipal Forensic Medicine Center. His father has been missing for ten years, and he can barely remember his father's face. Until the female corpse suddenly opened her eyes and said four words - "I found you." When he was dying, he instinctively wrote one word in the air: "Stop". The female corpse froze on the spot. Only then did he realize that he was a member of a once-in-a-hundred-year-old "Cunning Sequence" whose ability was called "Molu": I can see the "loopholes in the rules" of this world, and then use writing to change the reality. From then on, he performed autopsies during the day and joined the "night watch" at night to plug the weird things that came out of the gaps in the rules. But he soon discovered that every time he wrote a word, he was erasing a memory from himself. And the father who has been missing for ten years, the brother standing opposite, and the door with the words "An Zihua is sealed here"... All point to the same answer: His amnesia was not an accident, it was his own choice. The last words his father left for him were: "Don't break the third shackles." On the other side of the door, his brother is waiting for him—— "Brother, what's behind the door is not what you think. I'm waiting for you inside."