John took a deep breath and tried to calm down, "OK, please continue." ”

Dr. Rutledge continued, "Our brains also have the property of storing a short-term memory trail that lasts about eight minutes, like a security camera in a convenience store, which can only record the last part of the day on a hard drive. Mr. Wick, are you listening? ”

John: "Yes, I'm listening. ”

Dr. Rutledge: "Good. We combine these two phenomena so that the EEG stays connected after death, the memory is tuned forward for eight minutes, and the source code helps us take advantage of that overlap. Now tell me, what did you just go through? ”

John recalled, "I was on a train that was supposed to be morning, it was passing through Chicago, and I had a teacher's ID card with Sean Fenterres, and finally, the train I was on had a violent (*) bombing. ”

“YES！” Dr. Oliver exclaimed and looked at Dr. Rutledge in disbelief, "Old man, you really made it!" You're going to work a miracle! ”

Dr. Ratledge smiled slightly, his face full of pride, and turned to John: "I'll tell you now, in fact, there was a violent (*) bombing of that train this morning, and more than 200 passengers inside did not survive, and the violent (*) bombing caused very heavy casualties, both in life and economy, and that teacher Sean Findress also died on that train......"

"Wait......" John couldn't turn a corner, "he's dead, so how did I become him?" ”

Dr. Rutledge: "Because of all the passengers who died, only his neural protrusion map can match yours, we use the source code to connect your mental world with him, of course, you don't have to think about professional issues, you just need to know what he experienced within eight minutes before he died, is what you experienced." ”

John nodded, even if he accepted this fact, he couldn't accept it, and the fate of the bald fat man was a living example.

John: "So what do I do?" ”

"You must change your fate!" Dr. Ruttridge said solemnly, "Theoretically, source code can change fate. We'll take you back to that train again, remember, you don't have more than eight minutes. ”

Can you change your fate in eight minutes?

John clearly remembers that during this period, the train will pass through a station, and as long as he gets off at the station, he can escape from the violent (*) bombing, and he will not die, and he will not be able to change his fate.

The thought just crossed my mind......

John's eyes went dark, and when the light came back again, he found himself back on the train.

It's still "coo-dong-coo-dong...... The sound of railroad tracks ...... coo-dong.

This time, John was not as panicked as he was the first time, because something had already been figured out and knew that he could change his fate.

"I took your advice, it's good, thank you." The white woman in the blue coat sitting in front of her was still smiling and saying the same thing to John.

"It's okay." John coped casually, and looked at his watch by the way, eight minutes.

White woman: "You suggested that I move to India, I think it's good, for a change of environment, I can find myself again." ”

John looked back at the stop sign outside the window to see if the little station had arrived, and the woman who passed by the seat poured hot tea from the cup on John's leather shoes, which was hot.

"Oh, she got your shoes wet." The white woman pulled out a tissue and bent down to help John shine the water stains on his shoes.

John frowned and said secretly: "Sure enough, the second time is different from the first, and some places have changed." ”

"What's wrong with you?" The white woman looked at John in confusion, but at this time, the phone in her bag rang, just like the first time.

She flipped out her phone and looked at the caller ID, "Wouldn't it be nice to call Brian and leave everything to memories?" There's something wrong with it. ”

John ignored her soliloquy and thought to himself: it seems that Dr. Rutledge's statement that Rausch's sub-source code can change fate should be true.

John was thinking about things when he ......

"Tickets, your tickets." The chubby ticket inspector came to John's side.

John pulled out the ticket from his jacket pocket and handed it to him.

At this time, the radio of the train sounded: "Passengers, Glenbrook Station is about to arrive, please get ready for passengers who get off the train." ”

John immediately stood up and walked to the car door.

The white woman in blue sitting in front of him immediately shouted, "Hey, Sean, where are you going?" We're not there yet. ”

John ignored her and moved on.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

Someone in front of him accidentally broke up the document, and several people lowered their heads to help him pick it up.

John squeezed past them.

"Sir!"

There was a tall man shouting from behind.

But John knew he wasn't calling himself, the tall man was calling the short man who had gotten out of the car.

John stepped off the train and immediately looked at his watch.

"Luckily, it's only five minutes, and I still have three minutes left, enough for me to run to safety."

John immediately ran to the street in front of him, as long as he stayed away from the train, away from the area of the violent (*), then he would be fine.

"Hey! Sean, where are you going?! The train is leaving! The woman in blue stood behind the closing door and waved at John.

John didn't bother to pay attention to her and ran faster.

Soon the door closed, and the woman in blue drove with the train into the depths of the city with a puzzled face......

After a while......

Thundered......

The earth shakes and the mountains shake!

The flames rose into the sky, and even from a long distance, John could clearly see the billowing smoke.

John patted his chest, "It seems quite simple, I am a genius to get rid of fate so easily." ”

He was almost touched by his wit.

Next Second......

Didi!

A shrill horn sounded!

John looked back abruptly, "Oh, shit! ”

A speeding car grew bigger and bigger in his pupils......

Boom!

John's whole body flew up......

……

Unfortunately, John returned to the little black house that was only ten square meters.

No, John obviously felt that the little black room had become smaller, only nine square meters!

"What the hell is going on? Isn't it enough to change your fate? I escaped from that train, but why did I end up dying?! ”

He didn't die in a train crash, but he died in a car accident.

It seems that John's idea just now is too optimistic, if he wants to change his fate and fight against fate, is it not so simple?

It can't be child's play.