A Comprehensive Black Belly Movement

Naturally, both of their works had to be read, but Mei Yuanhua still clicked on "Mr. B" first.

Here, on this day, I was imprisoned for ten years!

The scene is not big, so almost everything happens at the front desk of the hotel, which is in line with the usual way of short stories. Although it is from the perspective of the hotel manager, the real core is Mr. B, and the atmosphere of horror and suspense is also rendered. Extreme.

Seeing that the viewing angle turned to Mr. B through the text on the wall, Mei Yuanhua took a breath and clicked the next page.

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I committed a crime, the judge gave me a 'one-day life sentence' and the rest of my life would be cycled over 24 hours until natural death.And my cage, the prison in which I was held, was the day they randomly chose for me, August 1778, 8.

The good thing is that I can serve my sentence in a lively city and I can do anything without leaving the city, except to be informed of my condition.

I didn't realize the horror of this criminal law at first. I looked out the window at the city without worrying about the future. I had a great time on the first day. I met the neighbor's mother-in-law and went to the park and Everything was so fresh in the coffee shop that I didn't come back here until I was exhausted from shopping on the street.

Wake up.

It was August [-]th again. I met my mother-in-law next door again. She said the same thing to me as yesterday. On my way to the coffee shop for breakfast, I found that everything was exactly the same as yesterday, more stable than the general watch. And me, it's like walking into an old movie, I know everything here, other people don't know about it, I wasn't scared at first, I even had a sense of detachment, I knew that everyone took Down things to do, their names, their family status, their everything...  

I also played tricks on other people with these things.

Even sow discord.

Even cuckolding.

What does it matter?

Everything will be back the way it was the next day, and I'm not responsible to anyone.

Gradually.

I'm starting to get tired of it.

The day that never dies is terrifying, he went from fresh to stale to vicious, and I went from happy to tired to angry.

Every time 24 hours pass, I will be pulled back to the starting point, and I will see the people I have met, repeating the things I have done, I will never have a tomorrow, I understand the terrible thing about this criminal law, it is true isolation from the world loneliness.

I couldn't stand the time trick any longer, and I started planning a jailbreak.

I tried to drive out of the city, but always ended up stumbled back to the bed in this room on the morning of August [-]th.

I spent zero o'clock on the outskirts trying to use the curse of conflict time, and it was three in the morning when I got back, but I still had to go back to that hut, the heart of the prison, to sleep.

I still don't give up, I fantasize about entering the inn at a special point in time to break the curse of time.

I walked into the building at exactly twelve midnight and asked you what time it was today.

"It's almost twelve o'clock, of course today is August [-]th."

That's how you answered me.

At this moment, I felt that I was about to succeed. I stared at you with excitement for a while, and then asked you what day of the month and what time it is?

After only a few seconds, you seem to have forgotten everything before: "August [-], [-]:[-], when did you come down?"

I am desperate.

Death is better than this, right?

I tried jumping from the seventh floor.

But when I woke up it was still the morning of August [-]th, on the bed in this room.

Until natural death!

I just remembered the meaning of these eyes.

Rape, Murder, Robbery, Rush...

I tried all the things I didn't dare to do before. Except for the robbery, which was shot and killed by the police on the spot, all the other things disappeared when I woke up, like a real dream.

After countless reincarnations, I didn't even have the mentality of being angry or giving up on myself. When I couldn't even choose death, I finally learned to think when I was truly calm.

I started studying the concept of time, trying to understand my situation, and if I could understand that, I would be able to find a solution to the problem.

I started a long reading, observation, and whimper and a list of concentration possibilities:

The first is the easiest and my first conclusion.

Whenever I go back to zero, I enter a parallel world that is brand new except for me.

However, this conclusion does not hold, because you once asked me suddenly, did you find what you lost?

I think I must have lost something in a later cycle, time for me is after, but time for you is before.

Sure enough, one day later, my wallet was lost.

The second conclusion:

I replied to August [-] again and again, repeating my life, [-] times.But in this case, the substances I consume in ten years, such as water and electricity consumption, will be far more than the sum of the other rooms in this hotel in one day. Will no one notice this?

My last guess is that every time a day passes, I am pulled out of this world, and then the time of the whole world goes back to what it was [-] hours ago, and then I am thrown into this world again, which means that no matter what I am Whatever I have done during these ten years, bystanders will only remember what I did on the new day.But what about the wallet thing to do and explain?

I think.

If I can show my one-day behavior on a piece of transparent paper, then the things and behaviors I have done in the past ten years, 200, in the eyes of others, are probably like looking down, overlapping three The image that Chika saw, right?What I have done in more than [-] days is superimposed on one day, so there will be multiple mes in the eyes of others, but I will never be able to meet the other me.

I'm dying and I still can't figure out what time is, but fortunately I had the pleasure of thinking before I died, and the sentence wasn't that boring.Goodbye friends, you will forget me today and walk into that tomorrow I can't imagine, goodbye.