The emergency light on the top of the air-raid shelter suddenly exploded, and glass fragments pierced the projection of the "Wartime Materials Law" like ice cones.

The paper airplane in Mou Xuan's palm suddenly grew bronze gears, and the teeth bit into the melting legal article number.

"The deviation occurred in the translation of ice crystal symbols." Before auditor Li finished speaking, the legal compilation tucked under his armpit suddenly spurted out dark green liquid.

The tampered clauses were laying eggs in the document, and each punctuation mark was swelling into a translucent cocoon.

Chen Yao's fingertips slid across the tail of the paper airplane, and the dark red blood beads carved three counter-rotating time patterns on the wing: "Did the heater in Leader Fan's office change to a new type of lava crystal last week?"

The air-raid shelter suddenly shook violently.

The legal handbook in Liang Pugong's arms suddenly grew scales, and the word "justice" on the cover was corroded into a jagged shape by some kind of mucus. "This is worse than the traps in the demolition contracts of the old days!" He grabbed the molting clause and slammed it on the conference table. The words suddenly curled up into thorny vines.

Leader Fan's staff struck the ground with seven concentric circles of light. "Since even the review mechanism has loopholes, I propose to set up a material distribution supervision committee." The alliance emblem on his chest suddenly cracked, revealing the private terms engraved with ice crystal symbols inside. "For example, add to the special wartime regulations--"

"For example, should the three tons of compressed biscuits hidden secretly in the third floor of your basement be confiscated?" Mou Xuan suddenly appeared behind Leader Fan, holding the surveillance videotape he had just pulled out of the folds of time.

The surface of the videotape was frosted, and in the video Leader Fan was using lava crystals to burn the binding threads of legal documents.

Chen Yao's paper airplane suddenly swooped into the center of the conference table.

In the turbulence of space and time stirred up by the wings, everyone saw the late night three days ago: the pen used by auditor Li to modify the terms suddenly crawled out time pattern larvae, and the volcanic ash falling from leader Fan’s office was rewriting the spectral parameters of the legal text.

A hexagonal clock appeared in Mou Xuan's pupils.

As he caught the time-mark larva that was gnawing on page 375, a bronze drizzle suddenly fell on the roof of the air-raid shelter.

The raindrops solidified into the original code of legal provisions the moment they hit the ground. From a hole burned through by lava crystals, the crumbs of compressed biscuit packaging that Leader Fan had privately stored were seeping out.

"The source of the deviation has been found." When Mou Xuan crushed the larva, the fluorescent light that burst out from his fingertips revealed a scene from twelve hours ago: Leader Fan's assistant was pretending to wipe the legal notice board, and the lava crystal powder that slipped off his sleeves was rewriting the refractive index of the ice crystal symbol.

Chen Yao suddenly pressed down on Mou Xuan's wrist.

The blood drop on the tail of the paper airplane was expanding into a crystal ball, and details that had been overlooked by everyone flashed inside the sphere - when auditor Li discovered the deviation, half of the blood-stained paper airplane wreckage was quietly stuck in the gap of page 376 of the legal document.

(Continued from the previous article)

Law enforcement pilot Zou's hand holding the pen suddenly shook like a sieve, and the tip of the pen poked out honeycomb-shaped ink spots on Article 38 of the "Wartime Requisition Regulations."

The twenty boxes of self-heating rice he had confiscated in Area B three days ago were still piled in the corner of the corridor, and the "temporary storage" labels on the boxes were now oozing blood.

"Here." A bronze flame ignited at Mou Xuan's fingertips, leaving a scorch mark on the word "temporarily" in the clause "Materials may be temporarily detained in an emergency."

The image of Law Enforcer Zou locking the confiscated materials into a private warehouse emerged from the flames. The warehouse's door number completely coincided with the law enforcement area code on his badge.

Legal scholar Meng suddenly took off his glasses and blew a breath. The mist on the lenses condensed into a topological diagram of legal provisions: "In the federal era, the longest period of 'temporary detention' is no more than 72 hours, but Leader Fan inserted a supplementary explanation of the 'special period during wartime' last week..."

"That string of supplementary explanations was written in lava crystals!" Auditor Li suddenly cut open his arm with a paper cutter, and what was exposed under the skin was not flesh and blood, but densely packed original codes of legal provisions. "Look at the nested structure of this time adverbial clause--"

Suddenly, there was a sound of gears meshing from the top of the air-raid shelter.

The wreckage of the paper airplane that Chen Yao had previously embedded in the crack of the wall suddenly came to life, and its wing tip carrying half a blood-stained legal document crashed into the center of the conference table.

On the yellowed paper, the word "temporarily detained" is being deformed by two forces: on the left is the topological map reconstructed by scholar Meng using ice crystal symbols, and on the right is the crooked law enforcement record of law enforcer Zou.

Mou Xuan suddenly pressed the entire piece of paper into the ripples of time.

When the ripples spread to the seventh circle, everyone saw what happened late at night three days ago: Law Enforcer Zou was squatting under the emergency light holding the legal manual he had just received. The word "temporary" on page 376 of the manual was quietly dripped with evaporating lava ink by Leader Fan.

But when he rubbed his eyes and leaned closer to identify the word, the word had already been distorted into the stroke structure of "permanent".

"So the legal basis on the confiscation notice..." Law Enforcer Zou's law enforcement record book suddenly caught fire, and swarms of time-pattern larvae flew out of the ashes, each carrying the number of the clause that he had wrongly executed on its back.

Legal Advocate Cui suddenly knocked on the crystallizing wall with a loudspeaker.

The "Illustrated Guide to Material Law" that he posted on the bulletin board in Zone C last month is peeling off piece by piece. The cartoonish legal icons are now distorted into absurd patterns: the safe icon representing "private property" has grown piranha teeth, and the granary representing "public materials" is drawn as a monster with a wide-mouthed mouth.

"Even if we weld every punctuation mark into the code..." Propaganda Officer Cui suddenly took out a handful of colored chalk from his pocket and drew an exaggerated striped diagram on the ground of the air-raid shelter.

When he traced the word "wartime" with red chalk, the whole word suddenly began to swallow up the legal terminology beside it. "Those ordinary members who can't even distinguish between 'emergency avoidance' and 'intentional destruction', when they see the new version of the manual, will they think..."

Chen Yao's nails suddenly dug into Mou Xuan's wrist.

The legal publicity samples that she had quietly placed in various areas yesterday were now resonating and vibrating. The "fairness" seal uniformly printed on the cover page of the samples turned into a bloody scale in Area D, and expanded into a dark cloud that covered the sky in Area E.

A muffled sound of a supply box collapsing was heard from deep within the air-raid shelter. A crisis more acute than the letter of the law was growing in the cracks of the propaganda column.

The hexagonal clock in Mou Xuan's pupil suddenly turned back half a circle, and he saw that seventy-two hours later - (stopped abruptly)