Rule Horror: One Wrong Character and You Die

On my first day reporting to the Anomaly Bureau, the HR supervisor didn't give me a work badge—just handed me an A4 sheet printed with seven rules. The seventh was crossed out in black pen, with red handwriting beside it: Anyone who sees this line won't live to clock out. The Anomaly Bureau specializes in collecting urban horror stories: the elevator on the 13th floor that opens its doors by itself, the phone that rings three times at midnight and claims a life, the residential compound with thirty-six households and not a single living resident. Contract worker Jiang Yan's only special skill is that he can see rule fragments others can't—rules hidden in peeling wall paint, on elevator doors, in the shadows of streetlights—half true and half false, missing characters and lines. Seeing them doesn't count as a skill; filling them in correctly does. Fill in one character wrong, and he's the one who dies. Jiang Yan thought this was just a high-risk, low-pay job—until he pieced together the first lethal rule: When the bell rings for the third time, do not respond to any voice that calls your name. On settlement day, he discovered that the record of his first seven days on the job was blank in his personnel file—three years ago, he had gone missing for seven days. And at the Bureau, someone had already been waiting for him for eleven years. — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: Rule Horror: One Wrong Character and You Die — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠