People often have a dream that is unusually consistent with reality, and what they experience in the dream seems to be encountered in reality.

Some experts say that dreams are actually a parallel world at the same latitude, and according to the theory of seven-dimensional space, you can see countless versions of yourself at the same time, and there are countless possibilities in the future.

However, this theory is too illusory to be proven by science, and no one believes it.

Zhou Ping, who stayed in Las Vegas after graduation and was ready to work hard for a few years before returning to China to start a business, didn't believe it, but what happened around him made him feel incredible.

Because he found that everything he had experienced in the past two days had a sense of déjà vu.

Yesterday morning, I stepped on a pile of dog poop as soon as I went out, and I encountered a traffic jam on the way to work and was late, and I was hysterically reprimanded by the supervisor who was like a wild cat in heat, and I almost packed up my things and got out.

After getting off work in the evening, I was called by my colleagues to go to the bar for two drinks, and I wanted to try my luck at the casino, but I lost all the savings I had worked hard for half a year.

Today was supposed to be a pleasant weekend, and his old classmate Mike had already made an appointment with him for lunch, saying that he would introduce a beautiful girl to himself.

Maybe it was because the work didn't go well, maybe because he lost money, Zhou Ping didn't have the heart to pick up girls at all, and released Mike Pigeon.

Sleeping with his head covered in the apartment until night, Zhou Ping, who was hungry, found that there was not even an egg in the refrigerator except for a ham sausage, so he had to go to a fast food restaurant outside to solve it.

I didn't expect to have a light meal, but I met a psychopath who came to rob him, and he didn't leave after robbing the money, so everyone kept eating hamburgers until the police came, and it took a long time to get it done.

At this moment, Zhou Ping, who was about to vomit after eating hamburgers, finally returned home, lying on the bed tossing and turning, dazed, and a strange voice like a machine seemed to sound in his head: Time restarts, forty-eight hours, even if you die, it will restart immediately!

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At nine o'clock in the morning, the dusty old German cuckoo clock resting in the corner of the room suddenly moved, and the small wooden door at the top automatically opened, and the cuckoo inside made a series of "cooing" sounds.

Waking up from his deep sleep, Zhou Ping stretched his waist, rubbed his hazy eyes, and watched everything around him slowly change from a virtual shadow to a real thing, and his gaze finally fell on the clock.

"Damn, it's nine o'clock!"

With a strange scream, Zhou Ping suddenly jumped up from the bed and jumped into the bathroom.

Five minutes later, with a loaf of bread in his mouth, Zhou Ping rushed out of the apartment while buttoning his clothes.

As soon as he descended the stairs, he was about to walk to the CAT bus stop across the street when he suddenly stopped like an electric shock.

There's shit down the steps!

lowered his head and swept his gaze, and sure enough, as Zhou Ping expected, there were indeed long brown strips on the side of the road.

"It's disgusting!"

Cursing, Zhou Ping bypassed the shit and continued to walk forward.

Wait, there was a traffic accident on the road today, the bus will be jammed, and you will definitely be late for work.

Strange, why do I know this, what's wrong with me? Am I dreaming? How can it be so realistic?

Zhou Ping swallowed the bread in his mouth, rubbed his face with both hands, took a deep breath, and said secretly in his heart: No, don't think nonsense.

After getting into the car, Zhou Ping was still a little uneasy, as if a voice was repeating in his head: There was a car accident in front, there was a car accident in front!

The bus stopped slowly, and the driver said helplessly: "Sorry, there was a traffic accident in front, the car may be delayed, please forgive me!"

"What, it's late, what the hell!"

"Open the door, I want to get out of the car, my company is in front!"

"Damn, why haven't the police come to deal with it yet, such poor efficiency is a waste of our taxpayers' money!"

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Listening to the chaotic discussion in his ears, Zhou Ping was like a lightning strike, his expression was dumbfounded, really, there was a car accident!

Being late for work is inevitable, but what Zhou Ping is thinking about at the moment is not this, but what happened to him!

He felt a little flustered and uneasy inexplicably, and the director's cold and mean face seemed to have appeared in front of him, and her shrill voice like a wild cat that had been trampled on its tail also sounded in his ears.

When Zhou Ping arrived at the company and just sat down, before he had time to catch his breath, with red curly hair, wearing a light yellow pleated skirt, and stepping on high heels, there was definitely an E bra Sarah, the female supervisor who trembled up and down with her footsteps, really came!

"I don't care what reason you have, keep your eyes open and see what time it is......"

The endless reprimand should have made Zhou Ping feel very ashamed, and he should even reason with this supervisor who seemed to have a big aunt and was particularly irritable.

But now, Zhou Ping has no heart to deal with her, and his mind is in chaos.

After talking for a long time, Sarah, who had a dry mouth, threw down a stack of documents and asked Zhou Ping to hurry up and go back to his office.

Zhou Ping ignored the documents, but picked up the pen and wrote in the notebook: a lump of dog shit at the door, being late in a traffic jam, a crazy female cat, a meeting in the afternoon, a bar in the evening, a casino, a phone call to introduce a girl, and a fast food restaurant at the door of the apartment is neurotic.

The first three things have already happened, he ticked on them, and the back is the things that are about to happen in his memory...... Will this really happen?

The afternoon meeting √

The bar √ in the evening

The casino loses a mess√

The next day, I couldn't sleep and waited for Mike's phone call, but he didn't answer √

Fast food restaurants came to rob the neurotic √

Zhou Ping, who ate a hamburger again until he was about to vomit, returned home, took out the note in his trouser pocket, ticked the last one, and sat stupidly for a long time.

These two days are simply amazing, I can know everything in advance like a game rewind, I can know everything in advance.

Will these two days be repeated tomorrow? Zhou Ping, who was completely unable to sleep, sat on the bed and stared closely at the cuckoo clock in front of him.

When the time pointed to 12 o'clock in the night, he clearly heard a voice ringing in his head: time restarts, forty-eight hours, even if he dies, it will restart immediately!

Then he fell asleep.

When the cuckoo's call woke him up from his sleep, and when he saw that the date on his phone was still Friday, and the memory in his mind became clearer, the expression on Zhou Ping's face also quietly changed.

A brief period of confusion, apprehension, and panic is replaced by excitement, excitement, and ecstasy.

Zhou Ping muttered to himself: "My God, it really has been in the cycle of two days and forty-eight hours, and it is still a cycle of memory and immortality!"

"In other words, having 48 hours to enjoy and do whatever you want sounds crazy, but I love it!"

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