I looked at the book in my hand, my fingers swiping lightly across the yellowish paper, and my fingertips touched the square lead characters printed on the paper, as if I could feel the slight bumps, as if it was just an illusion.

She turned her head to look out the window, and all the lights had gone out in the middle of the night, leaving a silent darkness. The darkness was so deep and solemn that it seemed to have substance, as if a cloud of viscous ink had poured in, enveloping her entirely, almost suffocating, and there was nowhere to escape. In the darkness of the night, she pondered everything that had happened lately, a death puzzle or a dangerous game, until the darkness of the night receded, and the color of the sky slowly faded and faded, until the sky turned gray, until a glimmer of light dawned, and the night was over. She closed her eyes slightly in the morning light, and even though there was already light around her, she still felt that she was in a darkness, which hid danger, hidden the unknown, hidden her own uncertain fate, and hidden all her fears and the truth she had been seeking."

I don't remember the last time I read this book in earnest, and the long days have long since worn out all my interest in it. I read it again now, but I have a strange feeling, both strange and familiar. What is familiar is every word, every sentence and every paragraph, while what is unfamiliar is the feeling of reading it again.

I leaned back slightly, tilted my head and closed my eyes, but it was not the darkness I wanted. The light shined through my eyelids, and even with my eyes closed, I could still feel the sunlight shining on me from the window, but as the book says, I still felt like I was in the dark.

When I opened my eyes, I was stinged by the light that came straight into my eyes, squinting slightly, and I sighed silently as I looked at the light, and turned my head sideways to avoid the sunlight projected on my face.

What keeps me from seeing the light? What brought such a thick darkness before my eyes? In fact, I know the answer very well - fear, danger, hesitation, and the truth that I dare not face.

I lowered my head and looked back at the book in my hand, closed it and looked at the cover, rubbing my thumb back and forth on the author's name.

The author of this book is Mo Zichen, who is also my favorite suspense horror, and in addition to the title and author's name on the cover, there is also this sentence he said.

"If you are in the dark, then you have the courage to move forward, and the real danger often comes from the stagnation caused by fear, and if you keep moving forward, the light will naturally come."

Go forward, and the light will naturally come.

I turned my head to look at Xu Ruohan beside me, after the time reset, she had forgotten everything I told her yesterday, and she didn't remember what she said to me yesterday, but I remember it very clearly, I knew what an important answer she gave me.

I restored everything in my memory step by step, repeating the things I was familiar with again and again, the only difference was probably that there was no Lu Haisheng by my side this time. It wasn't until I sat down in the cinema seat, the lights went out overhead, and the main character of the movie said the first line, that my hand subconsciously touched his pocket, and it was flat, and my wallet was no longer in my pocket.

I know where my purse is, it's under the seat, right at my feet, and I can pick it up with a slight bend, but I can only sit upright like this, and I can't pick it up.

There was a sore pain in my fingers, and this soreness made me realize that I didn't know when I was clutching the armrest of my seat, and my bent fingers were protruding from the exertion, and my hands were shaking uncontrollably because of the exertion. I tried my best to control myself and relaxed, raised my arms to separate my hands from the armrests, clenched my hands into fists with my fingers crossed on my abdomen, leaned back in the chair and closed my eyes.

It was dark in front of me, but I could still feel the change of light and shadow caused by the change of images on the screen, and I forced myself to take deep breaths again and again, controlling myself not to pick up the purse. I didn't dare to think about the cause and effect of what that purse was, what was going to happen in a moment, what was supposed to be an "if" assumption, and what it all meant to me.

I wanted to divert my attention from the movie that I was already familiar with, but the more I wanted to do it, the more I couldn't listen to the unsuspenseful lines. The sound of the movie was like it couldn't get into my ears, and I knew exactly what every line was, but I didn't seem to hear a single line at all. Chaotic thoughts lingered in my head, constantly popping up in my mind, and then being pressed back into the depths by me.

I think back to the answers I got, the ones Xu Ruohan gave me, the ones Lu Haisheng gave me, the ones I gave myself, and I know the answers, I know the answers, I know the answers! But I'd rather I didn't know, so I don't understand how hard it is to do it.

Lu Haisheng said that this is just a created space-time, just a replica of the real space-time, and I am actually from the future in my cognition.

It's a strange feeling that I'm who I am and I'm not me.

But I have always wondered, if according to Lu Haisheng, I only temporarily lost my memory of the future, then my other conditions should remain the same, my personality should be the character after experiencing that incident, how can it be like Lu Haisheng said, change a lot?

I decided to put aside the questions I couldn't figure out for the time being, and I didn't want to sort out my thoughts anymore, so I leaned back in my chair and immersed myself in the darkness, trying to empty myself and let my mind go blank.

Don't think about emptying anything, waiting for time to pass a little bit, waiting for that moment to come.

As the minutes ticked by, the lines of the movie came one after another, and each time that line was spoken, it meant that it was a minute closer to the end — or the moment of its occurrence — until the last line was pronounced, and I opened my eyes, and my knee-jerk reaction was to look at the seat next to me - it was empty, there was no one.

The lights on the ceiling overhead suddenly turned on, and the audience in the theater began to move out. I got up from my seat and turned mechanically to walk out, and for a moment I couldn't tell if my consciousness was controlling me or if my body was moving on its own.

Walking from the seat to the aisle, I turned my head again to look at the spot, there was no familiar person, but on the ground was my familiar wallet.

I forced myself to turn my head back, and bouts of soreness poured outward from the depths of my eyes, and I controlled myself to continue to stride forward, breathing heavily to stop the tears from flowing. An indescribable sensation arose from the location of the atrium, and then spread to every corner of the body, as if many hands appeared in an instant, constantly kneading and tearing at my heart, and every step I took made the tearing aggravated again.

I couldn't tell if the pain was physical or psychological, just as I couldn't tell if the sound I was feeling was really there. The brain buzzed, as if there were countless villains roaring and roaring in their heads, their voices high and low, fast and slow, but each one was hoarse.

Get back! Pick it up! Get back! Pick up your wallet!

I had never felt such a difficult journey in this short distance, and the pain that I didn't know whether it came from physical or psychological confusion left my mind confused, but my consciousness became clearer and clearer.

I also want to go back, I want to go and get my wallet back, I want to see my mom and dad as usual, and I want to escape what happens next!

But I can't.

I can't

The more painful it is, the more it shows that it is the truth.

When I walked out of the screening room, the light spilled into my eyes in an instant, and the light stimulated my pupils, and the tears I had held back suddenly welled up in my eyes. I raised my hand and wiped the moisture from the corner of my eye, quickly wiped the moisture from the corner of my eye, and walked out the door.

Walk out of the gate, familiar intersections, familiar hustle and bustle, familiar pedestrians. I'm the only one to face a future that I'm not familiar with.

I walked towards the car.

"Lili, this way!"

I looked at the man who was waving at me, it was my mom.

"How's it going, I'm in control of my time, okay? Walking the girl, we went to dinner. ”

I looked at the man with a wicked smile on my familiar face, it was my dad.

And I, on the other hand, am now going to send them to their deaths myself.

"Wait a minute, my wallet seems to have fallen in the screening room, I'm going to look for it."

I took a deep look at them and quickly turned around, afraid that they would see my abnormality, and even more afraid that I would change my mind in the next second. It was so hard to step at this moment, I took a deep breath and ran towards the theater.

"Leave! Slow down and don't rush! Don't fall! ”

I didn't dare to listen to the figure behind me, nor did I dare to slow down my pace a little, so I rushed into the theater and hid in the shadows by the door to make sure I wouldn't be seen, and I stopped.

Leaning against the shadow of the door, I tilted my head slightly, staring at the intersection outside the door, waiting, but afraid to see the time come.

"Don't leave."

Lu haisheng's voice sounded beside me, and I subconsciously looked back at him, and he said yesterday that in order to maximize his wish today, he will not appear before the dust settles, and he is standing in front of me now, does it mean

"Bang-"

A loud noise came from outside the door, mixed with the chaotic screams of passers-by, and I felt a sudden pain in my heart, but the movement of turning my head was forcibly stopped by my hand.

The hand blocked my vision, preventing me from turning my head and bringing me into an embrace.

"Don't look."

Familiar breath, familiar temperature, familiar voice, the owner of this embrace is undoubted, but all my thoughts at the moment are on what is happening behind me.

"Let go." I knew that my voice must not be very good now, after all, my whole body was shaking uncontrollably, "Let go, I'm fine." ”

Lu Haisheng didn't speak, but he didn't let me go.

"Let it go, I've faced it a long time ago, haven't I?" I heard my own slightly hoarse voice, "The moment I walked out of the screening room, I should have been prepared for this outcome." “

Lu Haisheng was still silent, but he finally relaxed his arms, took a step back and let go of me.

I looked up at Lu Haisheng, but he was looking away, as if he didn't want to make eye contact with me. Still a jumble of voices behind me, I closed my eyes slightly, thought back to the three answers I got yesterday, took a deep breath, opened my eyes, and turned around.

It was a car accident where a truck overturned on its side and overpowered a car parked at the intersection.

The weight of the truck crushed the sedan to pieces, and blood seeped out of the steel wreckage and spread into a puddle on the ground.

I know the result of this car accident, there were two people on the crushed car, a man and a woman, a husband and wife, two people

He died on the spot, and no one survived.