10. Time and space wrong love
Time Wrong Love
Red alert: My world has collapsed.
Today is April 2nd, 2020.
37 The night of the building was silent.
There was a knock from the next door and a woman’s voice.
Her voice floating in the air is intermittent.
She said, “It’s April 2nd of 2017, my name is Liu Miko.”
One.
Inserts the last CD into the library gap, from noon to the end of the move.
I took up the cold coffee on the desk, and the alarm clock by the bed shows the date of today: April 1st, 2020.
Half-moon outside the window.
It was the day before yesterday that the decision was taken to move to the apartment called the joint apartment. It’s not different from the other apartments, but it’s a few cuts in a big shoe box — it was a big flat.
Maybe it’s that old-fashioned name, or maybe it’s because the garden downstairs gives me a strange sense of vision, and anyway, I got it right in the eye.
It’s a living room, and my bed is next to the bookshelve, and I lie down in it, and I suddenly feel hot. Look up, AC’s on top of my head.
It’s not a good idea to finish a whole cup of coffee at 11:00.
I turned over the towel blankets, and I turned on the lights, and I picked up a book called “Treasure Shop ” , about people of different ages, to communicate stories about how to deal with troubles through letters that travel through time.
I’ve read this book many times, and I can basically read one page and repeat the next.
I flipped a few times with my hands, but my heart was so dreary, I put the books aside and turned off the light.
And I looked in the darkness for half a day, and then lifted up the towel blanket on my body, turned over and put my back on the wall along the bed, and enjoyed the coolness of the metal.
This is an empty aluminum alloy plate that can hear the echo of “thomp-thomp” when it hits with its finger.
Although it was once suspected of soundproofing, the house representative told me that there were no residents next door.
The irritation quickly calmed my heart, and the fatigue after the daytime work slowly emerged.
Watching the green fluorescent of the electronic alarm clock on the nightstand, I gradually got rid of the caffeine. Half-dream and half-awake, that voice sounded.
“Boom, boom, boom. I’m sorry.
First a whisper, then two. After repeating this rhythm several times in a row, I finally realized that I was not in a dream — that someone was knocking on my back.
Can’t anyone sleep next door? I opened my eyes. I saw the view outside through the window, and the floor was only empty, and the curtains were dazzled by the breeze.
Wrong! Didn’t I close the window before I went to bed?
Then I realized another terrible fact, that the house representatives had sworn to me that the house next door had been idle for several years because of years of leaking water. Since there’s no neighbors, what was the sound I just heard?
The sound continues.
I am certain that this is the sound of a knock-on wall, and that something is standing in the house that is separate from my wall, bowing to this weak wind. I feel that the muscles on the right leg are slowly closing down, from childhood to age, and it twitches whenever I’m nervous.
The sound roused the sleeping caffeine in my body and hit my heart with it. I’m getting hot, but I’m afraid to turn around. With this strange position, I leaned down on the mattress and endured pain from my calves.
Suddenly, the bang stopped.
My heart’s almost stopped.
Maybe a metal cut-off would suddenly break, and a monster with blue teeth would tear me alive.
Maybe nothing will change. Only on top of my head will hang a woman with long white hair.
I was tortured by my own imagination.
Suddenly, a woman’s voice sounded!
Just like people who had electric shock heart resuscitation before they died, I realized that the cold sweat was damp with sheets.
The woman’s voice said, “Is anyone there? I’m sorry.
The sound is very close to me, and it now appears that this partition cannot be described as soundproofing, which is almost non-existent.
Does anyone live there? Did the renter lie to me? That’s what happened. My muscles are loose, whatever, just human.
“I’m scared to death. “I’m so shocked that I can’t help but laugh.
After that, there was no immediate response from the opposite side, and after about half a minute, she said, “Sorry to disturb you, I can’t sleep.” She didn’t answer my question.
And I got embarrassed, and I felt a little rude to the imagination of a girl living alone, and I comforted, “It’s okay, I can’t sleep. I’m sorry.
I looked at the alarm clock on the bedside, and this time she answered in 27 seconds, “I’m lonely. She said:
Do people say “I’m lonely” to people they just met? Her response surprised me a little. I thought for a moment, and I said, “Why?” I wasn’t finished, and I was interrupted.
Every morning, I take the 7:30 bus 777 to work. I was on this bus for a year and a half, and I remember the face of every passenger on this bus, but I did not speak to any of them. I haven’t talked to anyone in a long time. I’m sorry.
Before renting a house, I knew the neighborhood where it was. It was with this in mind that the district was on the edge of the city and the subway arrived two years ago. If there’s a subway, why would she take the bus?
And somehow, her voice always made me familiar. Like where I’ve heard it, a voice I think is good.
“Who are you? My voice is still on the ground, and it’s ringing across the street, “You too are very lonely.” I’m sorry.
Am I lonely, too?
I found a strange pattern in which she spoke half a minute to about a minute at a time, and once that time had passed, she would speak again, whether or not I answered. Why is that?
Maybe she’s right. I’m a lonely person too. I gave myself ten seconds to hesitate, “I’m Chang Yi, nice to meet you. I’m sorry.
“Good night. She said:
She never spoke that night again. I’ve been waiting for her.
Two.
“It would be counterproductive. I’m sorry.
I came out of the elevator door, and I ran into the front desk face, and her smile looked like she was on the face.
I noded at her, and she looked at me, and she went two times around the elevator behind me, maybe psychologically, and I felt a little strange looking at me.
And as she looked inside the elevator, the reflection of the metal wall revealed me.
As always, handsome.
I nodded my head at the spot and turned on the man who walked out of the elevator with me.
He’s the only colleague I’ve ever known as a friend in this company. His name is Zhang Tianxian, and he’s still my home.
Unlike most of the social animals that have been ravaged by life into realism, he has maintained a desire for and passion for mystical things, and he has always been filled with strange ideas.
It’s even crazy enough to set the movie that you’ve seen into your real life.
When he looks at Dreamspace, he wonders if he’s in a hypnotized dream, and when he looks at Truman’s World, he wonders if one day’s unusual colleagues are unwitting actors.
And so, in other words, he’s crazy. Over time, there are fewer and fewer people willing to talk to him.
But he did enjoy it.
I happen to have no one to talk to in the company, so we’ve become regular chat partners.
What happened last night was described in complete detail and used to talk to him.
“She and I had a conversation that was counterproductive, like I said to her, “I’m Zhang Yi, nice to meet you.” Why should she also introduce herself? But that’s how she “good night.”
“Maybe she just suddenly lost interest in you, and your introduction is too low. Zhang Tianxian put my heart in my throat and I was nervous about it. Suddenly he stopped and listened to the voice of the company ceiling.
“Put something else in it. He went to the front desk and said to the girl in the back, “The girl was still smiling and took two steps back.”
He’s running his own computer, cutting to another song. The front played for a few seconds, and he pulled directly to the sideline.
“I want to see you in the future, I just want to see you…” A man with a bit of a Hong Kong cavity came from the speaker. Zhang Skywalk back to me, “It’s the most popular song of the day. I’m sorry.
“I’ve never heard of it. I’m sorry.
“That’s why girls lose interest in you. He changed his tone, “It’s a theme song for a TV show, a love story for a parallel world.” I’m sorry.
“The Parallel World? It’s gonna suck, man. I’m sorry.
Zhang Tianxian seems offended by my words, and he has become a bit anxious to say, “But you can’t deny that this is a big, hot setup, and if it works well, it’s a big chance to produce a high-quality work. I’m sorry.
I laughed. I didn’t answer.
Zhang Skykwan continues to struggle, “Have you seen this? I’m sorry.
He put the lighted screen in front of me, it was a poster, top of which was the face of two men connected by electric waves, and below it was the film’s name, Black Hole Frequency.
“Yes. I’m at the front desk with a fingerprint card, and I’m in favor of a nod. I’m sorry.
This film tells the story of a man who died 30 years ago on an old radio with a father who tried to avoid his father’s accidental death.
It was created in parallel worlds, and the protagonists rewrite history by using dialogue through time and space.
Zhang Tianxing is still talking about his views on parallel time and space.
I listened in silence, sat down on my desk, turned on my computer, and yesterday’s unprocessed documents were hanging on the screen.
My job is to be a professional editor, to say that it’s an editor, to say that it’s not a good word, it’s a wrong word and speech. God knows how these writers write novels, and some people don’t even know how to score.
Zhang Tianxian, when he was quiet, shot him in the palm of his hand and I got scared and turned the chair at him.
It’s like he’s discovered something amazing, two eyes burning, and he’s got his hands on my back and he’s taking a deep breath.
“Did you ever think that your realtor didn’t lie to you, that there was no one next door? I’m sorry.
“How?” I heard her voice. It couldn’t have been a dream or an illusion. I turned on the recording software on the phone and played it to Skywalk again, “I recorded her voice. I’m sorry.
It’s my personal thing. I have a habit of collecting white noise. The recording software on my cell phone, which was defaulted to go on all day, coincided with the conversation between me and her.
Every morning, I was on a 7:30 bus to work… and I pressed the pause and said to Zhang Tianxian, “She’s real, you can hear her, right? I’m sorry.
“I don’t mean that, and I believe she’s a living person. I was thinking, is it possible that she is not in the same time and space as you? I’m sorry.
“What do you mean? I’m sorry.
“I mean. “The parallel world.” I’m sorry.
“But those that exist only in novels and movies…” I disproved.
He’s so hot, he’s really living right now, and then he puts the movie I just said in my last night.
“No, it’s not. He interrupted me.
“After listening to your conversation, I found a place to talk. He said, “You think she’s a freak, she doesn’t know how to be polite, but what if she doesn’t hear your voice at all?
That makes sense. It’s a one-way conversation. You can hear her, but she can’t hear you. I’m sorry.
Yeah, one-way conversation! She will not speak more than one minute at a time, and once that time has been exceeded, she will speak again even if she interrupts me. I thought she was just talking in a hurry, but she didn’t think of that possibility. What if she doesn’t hear me?
“I have heard rumors about this, and many people claim to have received a signal from another space and time.
In conjectures about such exposures, scientists understand the voices they hear as a signal similar to an electric wave, and under some appropriate conditions, something becomes the medium of a signal, so they can hear voices from another space and time. I’m sorry.
And suddenly I think of the aluminum alloy, and is it the medium he speaks of? Just like the old radio in Black Hole Frequency, two people were connected to each other.
I went to Skywalk, and he slipped and looked at something.
His brows are locked and he seems to be very serious, as if he was quite certain of his own side of the story was correct and very enthusiastic about it.
That is why I can be friends with Zhang Tianxian, who is such a man and I would not like to admit that he and I are very similar in some places. There are some things you say to those who think you are insane, but others say, “You are a genius.” I’m sorry.
“You’re a genius! “I admired the fact that my heart had slowly turned towards him.
And I said, “Does it have to be parallel time? I’m sorry.
“There may be voices from another place, people living elsewhere. I added: I do not know why I think that, or perhaps in my subconscious, I do not want to believe that she lives in a world I cannot reach. I want to touch her.
Did I fall in love with her, with all this nonsense? I’m too shallow.
“No, it’s not. He raised his cell phone to me, and it showed a map, “At 7:30 a.m., the 777 road passes through a bus stop in front of your neighborhood.” I’m sorry.
That’s like thunder in my head. It’s impossible to happen. She lives next door to me, in another world.
And soon I thought of another question, “Is it possible for her to hear my voice in parallel time and space?” I’m sorry.
“It’s possible, but it’s a small chance. In the case currently being counted, less than 3 per cent of people claim to have had two-way communication with another person in time and space. Even if there were, the time was short, it was like an open passage for a short time, and you didn’t know when it would close. I’m sorry.
I’d like to ask the girl her name.
3
After work, Zhang Tiancai and I ate beef noodles downstairs and rushed home.
I didn’t totally believe him, after all.
Before I was completely infected by his delusion, I planned to knock on the room next to me and confirm for myself whether the girl was there.
After entering the gate through the elevator, it was a narrow porch, behind which there were four separate rooms, I lived in the first room on the left hand, and she was on the second left. I was stationed at the door of my room for a while, walking to her room.
I reached out to the round handle on the door, it didn’t move, it was locked — of course it was locked. I raised my hand and knocked on the door three times, waiting for a response inside.
Suddenly, there was a voice behind me, “What are you doing? I’m sorry.
I turned around, and I was a man my age, with a dhow-made double shoulder bag, and he seemed to be working at home just after work. “I just moved in, there was some noise next door yesterday, and I wanted to remind her. I’m sorry.
“A little loud? “I’ve been here for over a year. Didn’t you hear this house was rented out? “I turned around and let him through the hallway, and he stopped in front of the third house on his left hand and pulled out the keys. “This house leaked, didn’t the landlord tell you? I’m sorry.
“There’s really no one in here? “I suddenly felt thirsty.
“This house really sucks. Will your room be out of power? He suddenly changed the subject, “It is said that there is a problem with the wiring in the house, and that there are frequent problems with the voltage.
I’ve lived here for a year and the fuses have burned several. “I’m not interested in hearing him go on, and the grass just leaves.
My heart is a mess and my mind is full of question marks.
Is this room really empty? So what was the sound of last night? Does that girl really not exist in this time and space? Maybe the parallel world that Zhang Tianxing is talking about is true?
Then I’ll never see her again?
When the last question appeared in my mind, I was struck by the shadows, and I didn’t know why. I had a very special curiosity about the girl.
Like instinct, I want to know her. I want to see her.
It’s really weird. It’s like a mental illness with paranoia.
But I still want to see her.
When I get back to my room, I take the next CD from the bookcase. The CD label contains dates and contents, and the column of content is empty and looks like an ordinary day. I’m going to insert a CD into the PV, and I’m going to fall on the bed.
After a short blank, it was my own voice, “What do we eat today? There’s a noise around it, it’s supposed to be at the company. I don’t have to think about who I’m talking to. I only talk to him.
Zhang Tianxing didn’t answer, and my voice was ringing again, “Well, eat Sand County. I’m sorry.
I stand from the bed and press the soundbox off. I play these CDs every time I get upset, but it doesn’t seem to work today.
I returned to the bed with my hands on my head, and the sunset outside the window was spilling my last light, and I prayed secretly for the night.
Will she come tonight?
I seem to have slept, and I feel like I’m not asleep, and when that sound rings, I look at the alarm clock next to it and it shows a time of 11.30. So that’s when yesterday’s voice appeared.
It was just two times. She said, “Are you there? I’m sorry.
“I’m here. I can’t wait to respond. She can’t hear you.
“My name is Liu Miko, the Man Knife Liu, beautiful, crazy son. “Through the walls, her already light lines appear to be more volatile, as if they were flying away at any moment. “Nice to meet you. She said:
I moved my mouth and whispered, “It’s nice to meet you too. I’m sorry.
She didn’t stop and went on saying,
“Today is April 2nd, 2017, yesterday is Fool’s Day, Zhang Guo-young’s Day, but today is just a day. Don’t you think it’s amazing? It’s a very different couple of days. I’m sorry.
Wait. April 2nd, 2017? Almost in the middle of a moment, I thought of a possibility that my blood would be swollen.
I jumped out of bed, opened closed windows, and the skyscraper of the 37th floor came up, and before she opened, I had half a minute, and in that half-minute I had to clear my mind.
In his description, he referred to the word “time and space”. He deduced from the clues of the 777 bus, and he was conjectured by the parallel world, in which the situation between Meiko and I was two parallel time and space.
But time and space meant more than that, and at that time I had thought of another possibility. Time and space are the two axes that make up the world, and they can be viewed separately, with the following possibilities:
As Zhang Tianxiang said, I live with Liu Miko on the same time line in two different parallel worlds.
I am in the same time line as Liu Miko, but she does not live next door to me, but in another corner of the world. This is also a speculation that was overturned by Zhang Tianxian.
3. Me and Liu Miko are at different time lines in two parallel worlds.
Me and Liu Miko… are on different time lines in the same world.
Different time lines! I turned to the alarm clock, which shows today ‘ s date: April 2nd, 2020.
She just mentioned that her “day” is April 2, 2017, which is enough to overturn the first two speculations that contain the “same time line” condition. So, there are only two possibilities left.
The parallel world, everyone knows this mess, and if our world is understood as the real world, it is the fork in the real world.
It’s very similar to the real world, but it’s not a mirror of the real world, but it’s quite different, like two staged, staged, and staged.
Zhang Guoyong of the world is also a singer, and he died on April 1st. How low is the probability? It is low enough to be negligible and sufficient to overturn the third possibility.
There is only one last possibility left.
Me and Liu Miko live in the same world.
The moment I came to that conclusion, I suddenly felt glad that it was not for me to be untouchable.
It is strange to have such feelings for a girl who has not met before. But everything is so logical that it seems to be in the middle that she has a strange appeal to me.
“I’d love to meet you. I turned to that cold partition, and she looked at me the same day three years ago. Three years apart, not too long.
She doesn’t talk anymore.
4
The bus station is just across the street from the district.
Less than 8:00 a.m., the station was filled with people, mostly elderly people with shopping bags. I’m used to taking the subway. I haven’t seen this for a long time.
I looked carefully at the road map on the station, which coincided with a site near the company. Suddenly, the phone in my pocket vibrated, and I pulled it out, and it was the home agent’s call. Last night, I called him.
“Hello, may I help you? He sounds a little tired.
“Sorry to call you so late, but there’s something I want to ask. I said, “Didn’t my room next door ever get rented out before? I’m sorry.
“Yeah, that’s what I remember. There was a problem with the floor of that room, and the leak was never solved. “Do you want to rent that room?” I’m sorry.
“Three years ago, did a girl named Liu Miko ever live here? The moment I spoke about this, my heart beats fast — “It’s been a long time since I met you.” How about this opening statement? No, too low.
“I don’t know what happened three years ago, but I can check it out for you. It says, “They should have a register or something like that on the other side of the phone.
“Well, there was this man, but she withdrew her rent three years ago, and I’ll see that she didn’t come over to get the deposit from her family. He says:
“When?” I swallowed spit.
“Let me see August 25, 2017. I’m sorry.
August 2017.
She said yesterday that the date on her side was April 2, which means that our time line was the same day in different years. In other words, this wonderful encounter can last at most four months. Why did she move? What happened in the last four months?
I went on to say, “Do you know where she moved? I’m sorry.
“I don’t know about that. He seems a little impatient, “What, do you know this guy? I’m sorry.
“A friend of mine… do you have any other information on the company she works for, where she works, where she works, the ID number? I’m sorry.
“I’m telling you this, it’s against the rules. “The company does not allow us to divulge the user’s personal information.” I’m a little curious. Since you’re old friends, why don’t you know anything about her? I’m sorry.
The bus came from afar, and it seemed impossible to dig more from his mouth and I hung up. I followed a few old ladies behind me, and I took the bus.
The back row of the bus is full, and I found a position on the front aisle. I was watching the passengers in the car, and, as I saw on the platform, the passengers on the bus were mostly elderly, with two kids in the last row.
I swab my head and hope she’s still on the bus after three years.
Three years ago, she was on this bus? I’m sitting where I am. Will she have? I don’t know why I fell in love with her at first sight. I’ve only touched one voice.
Unlike the subway, bus travel is another experience. Those dark tunnels and flashlights have been replaced by real scenery, and I have never seen them carefully in this city for years.
The bus is passing through a bridge across the river, and through its windows, the calm waters beneath the bridge are sighted. That’s the view she’s ever seen, I think. The two different time lines are linked together in this wonderful way, which gives me a vision of what this landscape has seen.
I got out of the car at the nearest site of the company, which was only five minutes away from work, and when I arrived at the company in a hurry, I was carrying a cup of coffee and smoking at the stairs.
He had been wearing a red bottom shirt recently, and, according to him, mimicking the role played by Brad Pitt in the Fight Club.
It’s just that the hero’s schizophrenic aggressive personality, very hard man.
And We told him of our assumptions and of the telephone, and he showed him a smile.
“Give me 20 minutes. He says:
Twenty minutes later, he called me to the stairwell. His face was a little chubby, “What I’m about to tell you is something you don’t want to know. Are you ready?”
In my memory, he never used that tone. “Go ahead. I’m a little nervous.
“You are right to assume that the thread of Zhang’s Day of Glory has reversed the possibility of a parallel world. But more importantly, you know her time there, it’s important. He says:
“She met you in April 2017 and the rent was withdrawn in August. She used to live next door to you, and she’s been on that bus on 777. That’s what we know. I’m sorry.
If he didn’t become a media editor, he’d be a detective.
“With this information, I searched a little bit online, and I found one. “At 8 a.m. on August 2, 2017, there was a bus crash in my city, and the bus that was killed was 777 that day.” I’m sorry.
“No way! I’m keeping my voice down, “It can’t be such a coincidence. I’m sorry.
“You only said a few words to her? Think of it as an episode in your poor life. “She’s name is on the list of victims.” I’m sorry.
My feet are soft.
Yeah, it’s just a stranger who hasn’t met yet. What’s with the pain?
It’s like something rips my heart off, and the brain activates self-protection, and every cell in my body is forcing me to faint.
It hurts so bad, it’s not the first time I’ve hurt so much… Again, both vision.
As if it had happened to me.
“I want to save her. “I held the escalator in my hand, and my body trembled, and I saved her. I’m sorry.
Zhang Skywalk seems to be scaring me, and he’s got something in his mouth, and I’m listening, “Yes, it’s all a choice of the stone of destiny. I’m sorry.
Weird.
5
April 3rd, she didn’t come.
And then I waited another week, and every night I went to bed early, and I looked forward to her banging on my back with her fingertips, and I never looked so long for a sound to ring since the end of the student-age bell. I couldn’t sleep to avoid missing her visit.
Liu Miko, beautiful, crazy son. That is like saying: “I am Zhang I am nothing.” Why do you introduce yourself like this? I want to ask her. I want to know about her.
I think about what I said on the day of the Skywalk, it’s an ACG piece called “The Gate of Destiny” that tells the story of the man who crosses countless world lines and saves the woman.
I think I came too early, and I didn’t even wait for us to build a trap, to enter the second half of the story. If I had the chance, I’d like to go through the process, Liu Miko.
Today is April 12th, 1:30 a.m. My eyelids fell like lead. I was going to sleep. Aren’t you coming?
“Bow-bow-bow-bow-bow-bow-bow.” I’m sorry.
“Omiko!” And We jumped from the bed, and the sleep disappeared. The moon looked at me far outside the window and there was a madman in this shoe box. He’s been up all night.
“It’s a busy week too. She said, “My team colleagues have left, and my workload has doubled. I’m stuck at home every day. I’m sorry.
Is she talking to me? Does she know I exist? I cried out, “I am here, Miss Liu, can you hear me?” I’ll put my whole face on it like a funny gecko.
People are close to each other when they talk, and they push their phones into their cheekbones when there’s no signal.
“Let’s go on a date. * I’m breathing fast, my heart’s about to pop out *
She went on to say, “near the neighborhood, not far. One kilometre or so, Star River Road 404, with an old building next to the sky bridge at the alley. There’s a coffee shop on the first floor, called “One Sword Whale” this weekend. I’m sorry.
She was talking about the weekend three years ago.
“Miko Lau, can you hear me? I’m sorry.
“Hmm. I’m sorry.
She heard. The tunnel was opened. I don’t know how long it’s gonna be, but maybe it’ll be off in the next second. I went, “Listen to me, August 2nd, don’t take the 777 bus! Never!
All of a sudden, there’s a noisy electrical flow coming out of the wall. It sounds like something short. Because I changed the course of fate. She seemed to be saying something, but I couldn’t hear it. The situation continued for seconds and the sound stopped.
I was lying in a quiet night, laughing in my bed.
I found the cafe this weekend.
As Liu Miko said, it’s an old building, which, although clean, can be seen at first sight. There were no large-scale landing glass in the buildings of the past, and it was only in this century that the vision of the whole-of-view architecture began to prevail.
The coffee shop was by the elevator door, the guide board was on the side of the road, and I took a look, and the top floor was written about a research institute or something. I walked into the cafe.
If there’s a café called the “normal café”, then this is it. You can see it’s a place to drink coffee, but there’s nothing else.
I sat down at the window, and at the table on the left, there was a woman with a white pony tail and an able metal frame. She took a look at me, like a knife scratching my skin.
“Is it ice or American? Add an additional Italian enrichment. “The waiter looked at me like he was asking. It doesn’t matter what I drink. I nod.
I looked out the window and a car ran over. Three years ago, she sat here waiting for me.
And after three years, I’m here to wait for her.
But somehow, the scene and the atmosphere are so familiar. As people often say, it feels like something is being done before itself.
Some read it in their dreams.
But I suddenly had doubts that this really happened.
Both vision.
Six.
August 2, 2020, 9:00 a.m.
After April 12th, she stopped talking. I consulted Zhang Tianxian on this issue, and he gave the same guess as I did, perhaps because my actions interfered with the established reality, and some invisible force closed that passage through time.
I don’t know if she heard my last words, but if I succeed, everything will end today. I’m sitting on a desk, and there’s a page on the computer screen showing the list of bus crashes. Every other minute, I press the next brush.
If she had not taken the bus three years ago, she would not have been on the list of victims three years later.
There is nothing I can do to prevent that accident from happening three years ago, and I live in the future vis-à-vis them. But I can save at least one man, 23 dead on that bus, and I can save only one.
“O God who is everywhere, grant me mercy and let the girl go.”
I updated the page again and could still see her name.
There was a 20-minute drive from the district to the site of the incident, and the bus passed by the district at 7:30, and the accident should have occurred at around 7:50. More than an hour had passed, and even taking into account the delay in the news should be fast.
I’ll refresh the page again.
Again.
Again.
Again.
I don’t know.
5:30 p.m.
Liu Miko’s name was still on the white screen and she was still lying in the pile. I suddenly noticed a detail that had not been noted before — the release time shown on the page.
August 2, 2017, 1:30 p.m. I see.
In the meantime, every inch of my body was pulled away. I’m paralyzed in a chair. I want to cry, but I can’t. My tear glands are locked by something.
Three years ago today, at 1:30 p.m., they confirmed the bodies and issued a list of the victims. For me, that was four hours ago. It also means that my plan failed and she died three years ago forever.
It is the end of the day and colleagues will stand from their seats. I suddenly thought of that man, who, if he were, might have done something. I’m holding myself from the chair with my last silk. Where is he?
I can’t remember.
I went to the front desk, where I was cleaning up makeup on the table. I was almost unable to stand, with my hands on the table and staring at her dead, and she seemed scared. “What’s wrong? I’m sorry.
“Did you see Zhang Tian today? I’m sorry.
Her eyes suddenly got weird, and she looked at me, and she hesitated, and she said, “It’s not funny, are you?” I’m sorry.
Am I Zhang Tiancai? What’s she saying? I’m sorry.
“Shang Yi is also you, Chang Yi is your pen name. We call you Zhang Yi, but Zhang Tianxian is your real name. I’m sorry.
I can’t tell. Dizziness is like a wave to my mind. I had the impression that she was hiding something from me. No, the world was hiding something from me. I’m getting close to something. I’m scared.
I took the door out.
Go home, I’m in bed. The CDs on the book cabinet were scoffing at me, the late wind was scoffing at me outside the window, the metal was scoffing at me…
Look, you can’t save anything. You’re a lonely, crazy, talking to yourself.
I’ve been sitting on the bed, and there’s a girl behind this compartment who hasn’t spoken to me in four months. I was gripped by a sense of frustration and fear, and I lifted up the twitching left leg and kicked the metal monster.
It’s broken, it’s bleeding. It has no flesh, it’s empty, like me.
There’s a narrow space in this metal partition, made up of two irons, and I see something through the crack that I just kicked out. I stretched out my hand and grabbed the iron skin, tearing up its cracks a little bit larger, and that thing appeared before me in its entirety.
There is a white line in the partition, looking to the left along the line, which is a multi-purpose plug that is burned in black. Look to the right. I know that thing. It’s exactly like the one I’m lying on.
CD player.
She just lost the power.
7
I’m Zhang Tiancai.
Three years ago, I moved to this apartment, next to me, with a girl named Liu Miko. Every night, we talk through those two tins.
I saw her in that cafe. She was beautiful. She used to go to that café, so did I. So by this wonderful way, we fell in love. I’ve loved her once and I’ll fall in love with her again no matter how many times.
She said she was lonely, so did I. We live in this strange city, where we use each other as the only bonfire to keep each other warm. It was only four months, but it was the best four months of my life.
That morning, I put her on 777. I was supposed to be on that bus, but I got sick that day. Why? She said she was taking leave to take care of me. I said no. Why? It’s my fault she didn’t have to die.
The doctor said that my psychological problems had been very serious and that the symptoms were called depersonalization.
I made Skywalk, or I made Chang One, and I made them talk to each other, and I let him lead Chang to the 777 bus story. Zhang Tianxing inculcated the theory of time and space to Zhang Yi, who thought he could really save her.
I hid the player in that partition and dominated the game. Zhang Tianxian is me, Zhang Yi, me, I’m the manager of this game, only I know the whole story.
He’s got a bad personality.
There was a blank between half a minute and one minute of every sentence of Liu Miko, and this was when I was talking.
I cut off my own words, leaving only those of Liu Miko, and it was difficult to say “well” or “good” in my conversation, and sometimes these answers hit Zhang’s question and he thought he was talking to her.
Thus, three years ago, the dialogue was repeated in three years. Unfortunately, both the answering machine and the tape can be rewinded, but life can’t.
I tried to create my own lies and create an opportunity to save Liu Miko, for my own sake alone. In three years, it was only on the day I saved Liu Miko that I was truly alive.
I want to be happy.
Now Zhang one is lying in bed, holding his knee, and he’s crying. Like a child.
Suddenly, he raised his head and couldn’t spare the tears of his eyes. The moonlight spills cold into the room, the green digital flow on the electronic alarm clock is cold, and there is a noise that is not high on the 37th floor, not dripping in the bathroom.
“Bow. – Stop.
“Boom-boom.
Author: Samurai Blue
Case number: YXX13weGYNswmeA4lSB4p2
Beyond the Earth’s Heart
Red alert: My world has collapsed.
Director, X Institute of Brains
x
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
