I didn't dare to breathe out, I already heard the footsteps of people walking in, but at this moment, my phone fell off the chain! Fortunately, I reacted quickly and immediately pressed the phone that was sitting in my trouser pocket, which effectively reduced the intensity of the buzzing sound from the vibration. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Damn it!

I viciously took out my phone, swiped down the notification bar, and saw a text message.

The stranger across the wall from me was talking at the moment, but I couldn't hear anything—not really, but because my whole mind was drained away by that text message... Subconsciously, he ignores any voices from the outside world.

The text message was simple, just a number 1, yes, just a number 1, I don't know what the source of that shudder that slowly churned from the bottom of my heart, I just knew that I was panicking about something I knew but had forgotten now.

1...

1...？

What did I forget? What does 1 mean?

"You want to know?"

Another text message.

"Do as I say... I'll tell you what 1 means. ”

I quickly replied, "Okay." ”

Completely unsuspecting, at this moment, I just wanted to know what this "1" meant that made me tremble.

"When you go out, you kill the man with the gun, and then you say to the other guy with a kitchen knife, 'Didn't you think of that?' Remember to say it in a cold, blunt tone, and then, you just say that..."

"In the end, you kill yourself with the gun in your hand, don't give him a chance to interrogate."

"Except for the first text message, all other text messages must be deleted!"

I replied, "Okay, now tell me, what does 1 mean?" ”

“...”

The meaning of "1... You dim the display first and aim your face at the display. ”

I did, and then I saw my face in the dark display, and it was just my face in the display at the moment, what does that mean?

The phone vibrates again, the black screen is no more, "Remember this face, when you go out and kill the person with the gun, you know what 1 means." ”

My chick pecked at me (though the man couldn't see it), and it didn't have to be that I killed myself, did I? I'll know what 1 means after I kill the guy with the gun, and I'll be in charge of a bird text message when the time comes? Will I kill myself? Joke!

Looking at those text messages, I wonder if I should delete the text messages? Listen to the words of this mysterious person and delete it? What if you don't delete it? If you don't do what he says, won't you know what 1 means?

How does he know if I've deleted it or not? Hehe, what am I worried about, just when I was about to put my phone in my pocket and go out to kill the Quartet, there was a sudden burst of extremely violent palpitations!

"I see you—" A low voice sounded in my head as if it were coming from hell...

I immediately broke out in a cold sweat, what's the situation?

Where does the sound come from?

Who saw me?

This mysterious man? Or who?

I'm afraid it's not a hallucination, right?

After a moment's hesitation, I decided to play it safe and delete all but the first text message (i.e., 1) as the mysterious man said.

It's a bit of a sinister thing...

I heard someone in the living room suddenly say, "Don't worry about explaining, find cover, someone is going to kill us!" "I'm shocked, I'm exposed?

"Huh? What do you mean? Another person with a distinctly different accent asked, OK! Now is the time! They don't seem to have really found cover yet! I can't afford to delay any longer! Otherwise, the task will not be completed!

I flashed out immediately, and I don't know when I practiced the gun, but almost instantaneously I locked onto the man with the pistol in his hand, and with a precise shot, the man fell to the ground, and then I was distracted by high concentration, only to realize that there was another person in front of me.

The man had his back to me, his body trembled very visibly, and I smiled secretly in my heart, scared you stupidly! If you get a shot in the back of the head, you're going to be stupid!

He has a kitchen knife in his hand, tsk, look at the equipment gap, the best equipment in this room right now, right?

The person with the gun is already dead, what does 1 mean?

Odd... What does 1 mean? How come I still don't know? Could it be that the mysterious man is really lying to me?

A thousand thoughts flashed in my heart, the gun in my hand was still not leaking, after all, the person in front of him was holding a kitchen knife, if he threw it before he died, it was really possible to hurt me, yes, I was going to kill him, anyway, I didn't ask to stay alive, right? Just kill them all! Don't even say bullshit lines! Boring!

A bloodthirsty smile spread across my face, but the smile froze before it could fully form, and the man with his back to me was slowly turning his head at the moment.

What a familiar face! The exact same face I saw on the phone screen appeared in front of me!

He... Do you look the same as me?

I... Looks the same as him?

For a moment, I was stunned there, and subconsciously picked up a line.

"I didn't expect that!"

The man who looked like me was also frightened, and at this moment time seemed to slow down, I... I seem to know what 1 means.

Between me and him, can only live..."1"?

Thinking of his possible response and what I was about to say, a realization came to me.

I should...

Say, "Kill me, throw me and his body over there." ”

... Is it?

No!

I pulled the trigger lightly, and a bullet landed in his eyebrow with unmistakable accuracy, ending him. Why let him live, not let me live?

Why?

Why?

I watched him fall to the ground, and at the moment of his death, some memories popped into my head, but I didn't have time to dwell on the memories and think about what had happened, and I poured bullets like crazy until all the bullets in the magazine were poured on his body—especially on my face.

I threw down the gun and fell to the ground as exhausted as I could, not only from the soreness of my numb arms, but also from the inside out of the exhaustion of my memories.

I finally remembered what had happened and strung it all together.

I was afraid for a while, if I really chose to commit suicide, this cycle would continue, and "I" had been in this cycle until my soul came to this body.

No... Wrong! The me who died in front of my eyes at this moment also retains all the memories, in other words, this is actually me?

So where did I go before my soul came to this body?

What is the purpose of jumping in time and space, "changing tracks" again and again? I looked at the thirteen pairs of corpses in the living room, what was the point? Just to let me and Chen Ruidong die?

That mysterious old man is behind all this, where is he now?

I rested for a while, and then I stood up slowly, just now I obviously lost a large part of my memory, and even forgot my original name and appearance, and was deprived of everything about Wang Mosha, now it seems that this is deliberately designed by that mysterious old man, and it was definitely "derailed" when I was lost in the dark, so I lost all my memories, and now the one lying underground I have all my memories, and I was deprived of all my memories, until the moment he died, I just remembered all the memories that had been deprived of time.

After a while, I realized that this cycle was purely aimed at me, and Chen Ruidong was dragged in purely because the mastermind behind the scenes needed someone to provide weapons.

The question of memory can also be answered from "1" - there can only be one me at the same time! I had lost all my memories before, then I was no longer me, I was any possible person except me, and it wasn't until that "me" died that I became the only me in the current plane, and all memories came back.

I picked up my rifle and replaced it with the last magazine.

I realized the crux of the problem, now this me came from the real world to the Hell Dao, and the original owner of this body is a real Hell Dao native, I occupy his body, so where is he at the moment?

He's dead? I don't think so.

I carefully recalled all the details, and I couldn't believe that he didn't show any of his feet, and the time loop wasn't so fun! He must have left some trace of him somewhere!

Thinking of the means by which he contacted me, he had always been through his mobile phone, using tools such as SMS and WeChat, and I consciously led my thoughts to this side, and after a while, I remembered a detail that I had paid special attention to.

The WeChat avatar of the mysterious person...

Black background, white 1!