9. Discontinuation
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Red alert: My world has collapsed.
I found a SD card in my house, and there was a video in it, and when it was lit, I saw that familiar and strange face inside, and I stopped — myself?
“I am gentle and sincere, and this is my last words…”
I swear, I never recorded this.
I was shaking, and this “me” in the video is really dead.
1. Medical visits
When I pushed the door open, I was surprised, for many years, that the warmth and the way I remember it could not overlap.
Mathematicians who used to be tall and stubborn are no longer present, men who passed their manicures, black in the colored wax, few left over with their hair dilated, and none at all I imagined.
The man in the profession, known as “Professor Wendice”, is now lying on his bed, with a piped oxygen, and a needle for the pain, and his face and beauty were wiped out by time and disease.
I’ve been abandoned since my mother disappeared when I was nine.
He took me to Grandma’s house, thinking he was too busy looking for my mother to take care of me, and didn’t think he would slap me in the face of me the next time he showed up, asking me why I didn’t listen.
And when I was less than ten years old, I watched as my father was crouching and weeping on the ground, and his aldicarb ran all over, as if he had been beaten without cause.
I had a new sense of ice in my heart, and I couldn’t remember it at all and I forgot to cry and beg.
What did I do wrong? Why did my father leave me?
Nobody knows why.
Wataru abandoned me once and for all after crying, and we barely met at Grandma’s house, except to pay Grandma my living expenses and school fees.
My personality has changed, almost overnight, from a naughty teenager to a quiet one.
In the middle school year, Grandma passed away, and Wander formed a new family, and I was taken by my aunt.
Since then, Temperature and I have become two straight lines away from the same plane, each continuing on its own path and never participating in each other’s lives.
No, I was 17 years old, and I still got involved in my life and even forced my life to change.
And he changed his religion from me to my higher examination, and I wanted to follow my mother’s footsteps to the physics department, but he made it Chinese.
When I got a letter of admission to his house, he was yelling at that half-brother of mine. We said, “Don’t mess around, your brother’s crying. I’m sorry.
Since then, I’ve been in complete disarray with Wandering, and 15 years have passed since, and even when I got married I didn’t invite him to my wedding.
The other day my aunt called me and said that he might not be able to survive the winter, and I was moved by her saying, “A bad father and son,” that I applied to the company for an annual leave, told my wife to go back to the city where I grew up alone.
After all these years of grinding, I thought I had treated him like a stranger, to see a moment of warmth, or to make me feel heavy.
He’s got some kind of residual spirit, and he’s staring at us in the door, looking for a few moments, and he’s like, “Oh, Zheng, Is it really Da Makoto?”
And I did not speak. And my aunt put me on a stool by the bedside, and she said, “Speak well, I will go out first.” I’m sorry.
And then he shoots me on the shoulder, and he goes out of the room and leaves us alone.
But what can I say?
I have no face, my hands on my knees, and I sit on my knees, and I look at my back and there’s nothing to say, but I can see that he’s looking at me.
“How are you doing? I’m sorry.
His voice was suddenly ringing, and the questions that were left behind for a few seconds, so I noded and answered: “Okay. I’m sorry.
“Why didn’t your aunt tell me you were married the previous year? I’m sorry.
“I don’t think you want to know. I said:
After a few seconds of silence, he asked, “When will we have children?” I’m sorry.
“We’re not going to have kids. I’m sorry.
Once again in silence, a few minutes later, he groaned like he said to himself, “It’s time to have a child.” I’m sorry.
I didn’t answer, I didn’t nod my head or shake my head, I kept staring at my back and bit my back.
The sound of warmth suddenly softly smiled, and it gave me a complete boost.
I looked up at him, and I wanted to know what he looked like at the moment and what he was laughing at.
But as soon as I looked up, my eyes hit his eyes.
His eyes were soft, as if a mother was watching a sleeping baby, smiling, full of pity and love, and full of curiosity and hope for the children before him.
And I went down in my head, too busy to hide from the look of my eyes, which made me uncomfortable and unappreciated. And the fury that was raised by that smile fell upon it.
Temperature slowly lifts purple and wrinkled hands and tries to overwhelm my back.
His hands were cold, not as warm as my childhood memories, and taught me to write.
I was supposed to throw it away, see the pin on his back, and I hesitated to pretend to help him with the blanket and put his hand back to his bed politely.
The phrase “years and years” broke into my head, my throat swollen, I made a soft swallowing move, and told myself in my heart, “Don’t be so unchallenged” and tried to block the man’s signal.
It’s good to say that man will die, don’t be serious!
I have repeatedly warned myself that the softness of the heart that has just been touched will be hardened again.
I have heard from my aunt that his brother Wen is studying for graduate studies, that he has been at the top of high school, that he has won many national and international prizes, that he now holds more than a dozen patents, and that he has passed on warm walrus clothes to the Institute where he worked.
So, Warm Wataru spent his whole life on his little son and I was nothing to him.
Great! * I’m not sure I’m going to say it *
I frown, “What good?”
“Your mother and I are not working in vain, and it would be nice to see you in good health, have a steady job and have a wife. I’m sorry.
This failed “honor” completely blew me up, and I stopped avoiding his eyes, staring at him and asking, “How do you see me well?” A child who was abandoned by his own father is good. Is that how you make excuses for yourself? Professor Wen, please don’t pull my mother when you’re lying to yourself! You don’t deserve it!”
He looked like he was trying to say something, and I got up and my leg hit the stool, and the aunt outside the door heard a bang and came in.
“What’s wrong? I don’t know.
I didn’t have to act like a filial son and grandson here, so I said, “It’s all right, you asked me to come back and help you, and now it’s over. I want to go back and eat your steamed fish. I’m sorry.
I said “do me a favor” on purpose, so that the people on the bed could understand that I was only here to give my aunt a face and that it had nothing to do with the father and son.
The man in the bed had a lot of emotional ups and downs, and it seemed like he was trying to reach me, but he didn’t do it, and he said, “No, no, no! Sit a little longer and say a few more words…”
I didn’t hear, I walked out of the room, my aunt behind me couldn’t talk me out of it, and I was in a hurry to slap me in the back and still couldn’t stop me from leaving the room.
2. Monuments
I didn’t go to the hospital the next day to see the warm ferries until late at night when my brother suddenly called and said, “Dad left, just now.” I’m sorry.
For a moment, I don’t know if it’s reality or a dream, and the brain’s been blank for a while.
Wanderer, for the second time, disappeared from my life path, and this is really, really no more intersections, completely gone.
“Daddy gave up on his own initiative, and he used to say that there was no dignity. After seeing you yesterday, you refused to continue using the life support system…”
Standing in front of the body, brother said so.
So he found himself dead.
The brother went on to say, “Daddy told him to cremate the body as soon as he died, to bury it in the ground, and to keep it simple. I’m sorry.
“Not saying anything to me?”
When I asked that, I was surprised. I didn’t care why.
Brother shakes his head, no!
I thought I had no feelings for that man, after all, until three days after the funeral, I had no mood swings, let alone tears.
But insomnia, it tortures people.
Three days in a row, I didn’t feel anything, but I was in a hurry.
“No, no, no, no, no. I’m sorry.
” Aunt, I don’t feel bad, really. I’m sorry.
After the funeral, I was alone in the bedroom watching the sun out the window.
I often have the illusion that I may be in a dream right now, and all that happens is nightmares, and when the bell rings in the morning, when I open my eyes, I see the way my mother urges me to get up and wash, and the father who sits in the living room with soybean to read the papers.
Wandering for a moment, twisting two acidic necks, suddenly seeing a locked red wooden box, with a lot of loose paint on the red skin of the box, it became clear that it was an old-fashioned handwork.
The box was a relic of warm vibe and said it contained a lot of what my mother left behind.
So I used to open it, and there was a lot of old things in it, pictures of the warmth and my mother holding me when I was a child, some thick notebooks, and toys, little red flowers, trophies… all of them were pieces and pieces.
I looked through a notebook and it was Mom’s diary.
I don’t know anything about my mother’s handwriting, but every diary ends with the same “Z” letter, the mother’s name being Zhao, which is the way she used to be.
The mother and the son, who saw that page, had a different mood and heart every day, although it was a small matter, had a strong sense of affection and a strange feeling that was ensnared in me.
“The content of today’s work will not be written down. It is highly confidential and without comment. I can only say that something particularly interesting has happened, and colleagues have been laughing together for a long time…”
“Today’s Wandering gave me a rose, my God! Skiller’s up! But he seems to have forgotten that the group strictly prohibited the entry of any non-experimental items that had nothing to do with the project, which resulted in the confiscation of my roses, and that I would consolate and laugh at my battered classmates.”
“It didn’t work out today, but I’m going to be a mother! It’s amazing how I have a new life in my belly, and I can’t describe what I’m feeling right now, and I’m also researching biology, and I’m like a fool: Where do you think this kid came from? You think you’re a fool after all? I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
I look at it with tears, more and more.
When three-quarters of the second diary is available, it becomes blank pages.
The last diary is dated 3 June 1990.
I took out the third diary and looked at the first one on New Year’s Day 1992.
Why isn’t there a diary that long?
And what was the need for “restarting” when Mom was busy and started writing her diary instead of the second one?
Looking at so many blank pages behind the second diary, it’s a little wasteful.
The third diary is written in a much more complete form, with a wide gap between words and words, without a pen between words and words, and with the same alignment of words up and down, as if the primary school team were doing intercurricular exercises.
Look at the content, it’s nothing special, it’s still some routine.
I have not struggled with such writing changes, and I continue to look inside.
“…and I read the relativity as a bedtime story, and he was blind, and my son wouldn’t be a fool.”
When I saw this place, I suddenly laughed, and I was five years old, and I read relativity. I’m sure I’m not a fool, but Mom must be a fool.
I couldn’t cry when I laughed, fearing that the tears would make it dirty. I put my things back in the box and sat on the bed, looking away at the case, and I couldn’t stop my crying.
Wouldn’t it be hard for me if Mom was here?
And now, even the person who gave me the most trouble is gone, and I have not left a word before I leave.
It seems as if a string had finally broken, and I suffocated myself into a blanket crying, and suddenly it flashed out of my head, crying and yelling at me before I was abandoned.
After more than 20 years of grinding, now he has no words, no words.
3. Video
I’ve been wondering if Mom was missing or had an accident?
I asked Aunt. She said she disappeared on her way out of work.
The female colleagues who had come home with their mother and the police said that they were picking apples together in a fruit stand, that they were laughing, that they were suddenly left alone and looked back, and that the mother had disappeared, for only three or five seconds.
The police suspected that the female colleague was lying, but the owner of the fruit stand said the same thing, saying, “Show the fruit” and then look back, there’s only one woman left.
“Mom, where are you? Are you alive?”
I continued to look through the contents of the case, trying to find clues from her belongings, and suddenly I found a small, slightly flat edge in the corner of the case.
It’s probably too old to skin, and I’m a little forced to squirt the edge and try to level it, but I don’t want to push too hard, and a piece of wood with a big hand.
I said “worst,” but I found two other things — a SD memory card and a single-line paper with many square holes.
Looks like it’s a camera original memory card, but what’s all that stuff about?
Two things that look completely untweaked and are sealed in a box with a single piece of wood.
I’ve been thinking about it for a long time, and I started looking through the drawer, and it’s a good thing I didn’t lose my old almighty reader, and I stuck the SD card on the reader and put it on the computer.
I’m lucky to be able to use it. I don’t know what interesting memories I’ve got.
SD Kari, I opened a video from the space, and I saw that familiar and strange face inside, and I stopped — myself?
But I don’t think so. The people in the video are leaner than I am, but they don’t look good, the eyes behind the glasses are dark, their lips are pale and their skins are dry, and the whole person looks seven-point-seven-point-five-point-five-point-five-point-five-point-dugger.
“It’s 11:05 p.m. on June 15th, 2021, and I’m being gentle, and I’m going to say my last words…”
That’s the sound of it. It’s like the sound of it.
But today is the night of June 15th, 2021, and I swear I never recorded this video, not only today, I never recorded it, not even the look in it!
The video is full of stories, mother missing, father abandoned, aunt took me home. It’s my experience! But then it’s completely different. Father didn’t change his exam. He went to the parental institute and became a scientist.
He stopped talking and watched the camera for a moment, and his voice trembled and said, “Dad, I hated you before, I hated you for abandoning me, and I hated you for giving up looking for my mother and marrying Chen Huimi and having children until I got into the group and studied the project, and I finally understood what you were carrying for me…”
“Mom’s not really missing, right? She’s been wiped out, right? So I’m really the cause of everything…”
The warmth in the video broke down, took off the glasses and covered his face with tears.
The truth about Mom’s disappearance? About me? What’s that? He said something as if the sky was colding me from head to foot.
But is that really me? I’m sure I didn’t lose my memory, I haven’t shaved my head since junior high, but the guy in the video is so real!
I’m smart enough to have a huge amount of information in my brain, but I can’t understand the information.
I seem to understand, believe and believe, but I’m as excited as I’m about to see Sky.
He threw his glasses over the side, wiped his tears and snot with a tissue, and went on to say to the camera, “Mom, I would have come to see you the day of 1996, to stop you. Based on the results of my psychiatric report, I’m sure the team won’t let me take part in the experiment. I’m sorry.
Speaking of which, the warmth in the video is down, and when you look up, you look directly at the camera with a creepy expression of grief, as if I look directly into my eyes through the lens, and ask, “Do I have a chance to see my mother in another world?” I’m sorry.
I hit a tremor, and the person in the video laughed, and he stood up and went to the camera, reaching out and turning off the video.
In the video, “Win and Qing are dead?”
I sat in a chair for a long time, and the cold sweat was soaking in my clothes, that after a while I returned to my eyes, and I fell down on the back of the chair, and my fingers were still shaking on my own.
There’s so much weirdness in this video.
What did I just go through?
The “I” in the video became a biophysics genius in my heart, a researcher, a covert project, even a project whose parents used to work…
But in reality I didn’t go through it, but the same thing happened with the missing mother, the abandoned father, the reorganisation of the father’s family, and even with the mild depression diagnosed in college.
What the hell is going on?
I sent the video overnight to a friend to make sure it was a synthetic video, and I myself watched it many times until dawn, and I decided to go to the house where I lived.
4. Elimination after
I called early and my brother was waiting for me at home.
When my brother greeted me and opened the fridge to get me bubble water, I asked, “What are you working on? I’m sorry.
He didn’t think I’d care about it all of a sudden. I’m sorry.
I looked at him pouring bubble water into the glass, and I said, “Do you know what’s “removed”? I’m sorry.
“How do you know this word?” I’m sorry.
I’m not bullshitting. Take out the phone and show him the video.
And as he looked at it, his face got serious, he wrinkled his head, he strung his lips and looked at me from time to time.
Good, very smart. I think he’s got a seven-eight.
Until the end of the video, my brother and I didn’t talk, and everything was as static as it was, except for the occasional bubbles in the bubbles that proved that time was still spinning.
I broke the silence at the beginning, “I found a storage card in the box that Warmover gave me with this video. Let me say first that I never recorded this video, nor did I. I’m sorry.
“Synthetic? I’m sorry.
I shake my head, “I’ve been looking for friends all night, not synthetic. I’m sorry.
“But now you’re alive and you’re not in our research team…”
“Yes! I didn’t go to some big physics department and never wear glasses. I’m sorry.
I went on to say, “A video that I never recorded appeared in a box brought to me by Wander, another “I” appeared in the video. Is there a parallel time space, and the person in the video was me in parallel time?” I don’t know, but I think it has something to do with your research. I’m sorry.
“System time and space…” has begun to think seriously, while talking to yourself, “but so far, we have no experimental data to support this. I’m sorry.
So he’s not paying attention at all to my words, and he continues to try, “So we can only travel in time and space for now.” I’m sorry.
There’s good still not to look at me, if you think about it.
Looks like there’s a real “cross” thing in the world, and it’s manual, and the main thing is that the manipulator is the hottest research team.
“As the video says, my mother was wiped out. What the hell was eliminated? I’m sorry.
He suddenly came back from his thoughts, and he smiled and laughed. I’m sorry.
“I will only ask you what you are, and answer me, and I have no interest in any of your stupid studies, and you don’t have to worry about leaking.” I’m sorry.
I implored, with a firm eye, and for a while with a long pause, confirmed to me, “Really? Just explain the definition of elimination? Promise?”
“I swear!”
His brother lamented and explained that “the relative irrational existence of the same living body behind the axis of time will be eliminated, by definition.” I’m sorry.
I said that twice in my heart, “I don’t understand!” I’m sorry.
Brother smiles, for example.
“For example, today I’m A, yesterday I’m B, when A through A cough, when A crosses yesterday, then yesterday there’s A and B together, and that’s a relatively unreasonable existence, and A itself exists behind the axis of time, so A will be eliminated. I’m sorry.
And I’m going to listen, and I’m going to question, “Well, then A’s going to come back, and it’s all yours, and it doesn’t matter. I’m sorry.
My brother’s playing with an empty bottle and shaking his head, “How can it be completely unfavourable? A disturbance has been formed since yesterday. It’s just a question of the amount of disturbance. I’m sorry.
And I said, “So A is dead?” Today’s living man died yesterday emmm…”
My brother saw my confusion and explained: “Of course the living today will not die yesterday, and the word “dead” is not very strict, but “eliminate”! There’s no accident, B will live to the day, but today I may not be A, or still A, but anyway, today I’m going to be eliminated at that point in time. I’m sorry.
“Where to?
“Don’t know. I’m sorry.
“What if B came to today? I’m sorry.
“It’s still A that’s eliminated, because A always exists behind B on the axis of time. I’m sorry.
I went on to ask, “A according to this logic, if A didn’t come back yesterday, 200 years ago, would there be no possibility of elimination?” Because there’s no AB and two “me,” right?”
My brother shakes his head, “As it is, it will be eliminated. I’m sorry.
“So as long as I go through the past, no matter what point I go through, now I disappear? I’m sorry.
My brother noded his head, “That’s what it means. I’m sorry.
I frown, “What if it goes through 200 years? Two hundred years later, I’m sure I’m dead and there’s no end to it. I’m sorry.
My brother laughed, and said, “Big brother, science is not a science, and these conclusions need to be supported by case and experimental data, and this is unknown and I cannot give you an answer. I’m sorry.
I nod my head, he’s so strict. I’m sorry.
“There will be causes of death, sickness, old age, natural or man-made disasters, etc., and after death there will be bodies, remains, ashes, etc., which will be eliminated …”
The left hand of his brother, he said, was holding his fist in front of his eyes, and he was turning around with five fingers in the open to make a scattered gesture.
“There is no warning, there is no cause, there is nothing, there is nothing. I’m sorry.
Disappear!
That’s how Mom disappeared.
Then, a moment later, I laughed and said to myself, “Your project was time travel!” I’m sorry.
And his brother looked me in the eye, and he looked me in the eye: “You promised me to keep it a secret. I’m sorry.
“Of course I keep it a secret! It’s just that right now I want to know exactly what happened to my mother, and now that it’s gone, it explains her disappearance, but why does it matter to me? I’m sorry.
My brother was angry, “How should I know? I wasn’t born! I’m sorry.
“Don’t you have access to the information?” I’m sorry.
“But the information that you want to know is very confidential, and I don’t have access to it…” And the younger brother suddenly realized what I wanted to do.
He stares at me, “Do you want me to steal the database? I’m sorry.
“I beg you!”
“It’s not about begging! Don’t say I don’t have authority. I wouldn’t do that if I did. I’m sorry.
He refused, and I looked at him, and he looked at me, and his eyes were relatively long, and suddenly I stood up, round the table, and I kneeled before my brother.
My brother obviously didn’t think I’d get down on his knees, tried to pull me up, and then fell in front of me. “What are you doing? You’re making me guilty! I’m sorry.
But I have no other way, and I can’t think of anyone closer to the truth, and I have no choice but to leave my dignity and modesty and turn to my brother for help.
I can’t help you, please help me! You’ve seen the video. I don’t know what happened to the video, but there’s a lead on my mother’s disappearance, apparently linked to your research and involved me! I’m begging you to help me. I swear to God I’ll keep it a secret. I can also sign a confidentiality contract. I just want to know the truth about my mother’s disappearance! I’m sorry.
“Big brother, this, I really can’t…”
Sound recordings
All of a sudden, the door lock turned, and my brother and I turned and looked up to the porch, and after a quick footsteps, Chen Hae-mi entered the living room with a serious look.
“Mom… didn’t you go to work? I’m sorry.
My brother screamed, and realized that he was kneeling down with me, suddenly embarrassed, standing up to explain, but I didn’t say a complete word.
Chen Hae-mi showed her hand and looked at me with no emotion and asked, “What are you doing here?” I’m sorry.
I stood up and said, “Let me ask you a favor. I’m sorry.
“Do what?”
“It’s none of your business. I’m sorry.
“This is my home. I’m a gentle mother. Everything about him is my business. I’m sorry.
I looked at my brother and suddenly my nose was sore, and having a mother was really amazing, and I didn’t know whether to envy or be angry.
For all these years, even though there have been a few occasions, my wife and I have never spoken, and even at the funeral, we have had zero-sum exchanges, and it is not surprising that our first dialogue began in this way.
“Mom, didn’t you go to work? I’m sorry.
Chen Hui Mei’s eyes were finally moved to her son’s face, with a slight relief and a serious tone: “I looked at the surveillance of the family…”
So she’s afraid I’ll do something bad to her son.
“Mom, I’m here to talk, to discuss something…”
I broke up my brother and went straight in, “Dr. Chen, I’m not here to find Wen’s share of the family and I’m not going to hurt him, but I need him to help me investigate my mother’s disappearance. I’m sorry.
“I heard your conversation. I’m sorry.
“I didn’t want a good crime, I just wanted my mother to know the truth…”
Her eyes were angry, she looked at me, and her eyes were red.
A line of tears slipped from Chen Mei-Ee’s tails to his cheeks, and his brother was busy asking, “Mom, don’t cry. What’s this?
Then he turned back and said to me, “Go away, brother! I cannot help you with what you say.” The breach of confidentiality is a serious problem. I’m going to jail! I’m sorry.
I heard my brother ‘ s total rejection, and the great sense of despair engulfed me, and I said nothing more and walked towards the door.
What I didn’t realize was that in five days, he would come to my aunt’s house.
She’s also a straight-on-the-ground temper.
“I came here today to tell you two things, the first thing I found was a taped pen when I was cleaning up old vases, and he never made a voice record in his life, and out of curiosity, I listened to the sound in it…”
Speaking of which, she took a taped pen out of her bag and said, “Just listen to it!” I’m sorry.
After that, she started playing the tape.
The first minute there was only the background noise and the breathing, and the person seemed nervous, or he hesitated, to listen to the rhythm of the breath.
Just as I asked what I wanted to ask, a low, powerful voice finally sounded, but it just sounded so sad and sore that it was crying through the sand.
“It’s May 4th in the evening of May 2006 and I’m Wataru, and I know that this recording of myself is contrary to the confidentiality agreement with the research team, but…”
There were tears in the nose, and that voice was ringing again.
“My ex-wife, Zhao Mei, has been removed and my son, Da-cheng, is now…”
A gruesome, squeaky cry is very close to grief.
Da-cheng is dead…
Fatherhood
After the recording was over and a moment of silence, I asked, “Can you confirm that this is the sound of warmth?” I’m sorry.
“I’m pretty sure.” I’m sorry.
Again in silence.
She said, “Do you want to hear it again?” I’m sorry.
“Okay, thanks.
I noded my head and poured a large glass of water into my stomach to stabilize the already greasy mood.
And over and over again, this giant fog puzzle has come to light.
“…the moment Da-cheng fell down, I finally felt the mood of Zhao Mei, and saw that his son suffered so much, that no one who was a parent could turn a blind eye…”
The tape of the Momento confirms one thing. The video of the will “I” found in the box is true.
Turns out I actually died once, just at noon on June 15, 2021, when I jumped out of a building because of depression, and then I saw it coming after the time of the winter.
“It is true that all information about the Study Group is prohibited from being mentioned outside the Office, that all the work logs, records, etc. of the Study Group are not allowed out of the Study Group and that all private records, including private journals, letters, etc., are subject to review. I’m sorry.
“There are, however, interesting facts that I do not want to forget that Zhao Mei often writes in his diary in a special way. I’m sorry.
“It’s just that I’m too respectful of my wife, and if I look at her diary, can I find out sooner the pain and suffering she has endured alone? Can I stop her from dying? But to stop her would be to harm Da-cheng.”
The tape says a lot of things, and Mom went through the experiment in 1995, but for what reason she was put away in the second year, and after her mother’s day remembering the truth, she got depressed and placed me in foster care, but couldn’t make up with me again because of all the misunderstandings.
In 2006, when Wataru personally took part in the flight, he witnessed the suicide of the “I” jumper in 2021 and brought back the memory card that he held in his hand, saw the will video, and after learning the truth about the “I” jump, he decided to change my life.
That sounds crazy! The information that can be drawn from the brother proves that the passage of time and space is real and that it is one of the topics of their study group.
May 4th, 2006 How can Wandering change my life?
Thinking, my hands are so tight in the water cup!
That’s when I went to the high school, so I’m going to change my high school test.
Is that the truth? It’s not because he hates me and thinks I don’t deserve to follow my mother’s footsteps, but to change my tragic life’s outcome.
And then I remembered all the strange things that he said in his bed, and I thought they were ridiculous, and I didn’t know where he came from, but now I feel them, and look at my eyes…
Turns out he means that.
In order for me to grow up safe and secure, both parents have made the same choice to help me escape the dangers of the future and to spare my life.
My hands tremble a little, my nose sour, guilt, pain, blame…
For all these years, I have never asked him directly about his mother’s disappearance, nor have I ever approached him in peace to talk to him about why he abandoned me, just one-sided speculation and resentment.
We thought that we were men of understanding, but we did not know that we had lived under the protection of our parents.
But what am I going to do in the room, in the face of a tumultuous and time-consuming climate?
Why didn’t you talk to him? Why are you mad at him and stinging him?
Regret! Sorry!
Once again, when the recording was over, I was kind of anxious to say, “Doctor Chan, what’s the way to read my mother’s diary?” I’m sorry.
I didn’t notice the awkwardness and discomfort on Chen Hui Mei’s face, and I was a bit anxious to follow up when she said “I don’t know”.
“No clue at all? Please think about it. Did Wataru mention any laws, laws, etc….”
“I don’t know! Should I know the password for your father and your mother’s love letters? Look who I am, I’m your father’s remarried wife, asking me questions like this. Are you humiliating me? I’m sorry.
I got stuck, scratched my head, “Well, I didn’t mean that. I’m sorry.
She breathed a few times and pushed the tape to my face. “You want to find out the truth about Zhao Mei’s disappearance. Take this. Also, this is for you…”
Says she took out a few more pages of paper from the bag.
“What is this? “I’ll pick up and ask.
“It’s the registration form and the risk liability letter for the recruitment of volunteers by the Wen Research Group, because it’s a confidential project, so it’s just a small recruitment…”
Speaking of which, she put herself in front of my eyes and said, “Don’t you want to know the truth about your mother’s disappearance? Then you try to find your own answers and stop thinking about Xiao Liang. Don’t sacrifice my son! I’m sorry.
And I understood her in a moment, as if she had turned over a bottle, but had not been angry, but laughed, and said with some gratitude: “Thank you.” I’m sorry.
7. Inspection
After Chen Huimi leaves, I’ll put away the tape pen and go back to my room.
Open that redwood box, take out Mom’s diary, and put a book on the bed, flipping over, comparing, looking for patterns…
In the tape, Temperature didn’t specify how to read Mom’s secret diary, and I had to explore it myself.
A few days have passed, as if it had been in place, without any progress.
I want to know what kind of stupid thing “I” did to make me lose my mother forever, and since the diary can’t be read, I choose another way to see it.
I submitted the registration form to the Institute, along with my own identity information and health certificates, followed by a medical examination organized by the Institute a week later.
Everything went well, but there was a right-to-know agreement and a letter of exemption for the family to sign and find a wife… I didn’t want her to get involved.
I have a heartache when I think of my wife, and I don’t know if we’ll ever cross again. I guess I won’t come back, but I hope she’ll have a better place.
I don’t think so. I’m sure she’ll stop you.
At the end of the day, I can only ask for good help.
Listening to me for what I was doing was stupid, always polite, and his brother jumped out of nowhere, and he called his mother and had a big fight in front of me and asked why she wanted me to die.
Brother, give up the thought in your head! You have no idea how complicated this time travel project is. It’s not a child writing. It’s wrong. You ever heard of the logical chain, you know the butterfly effect? A single space-time disturbance is likely to affect the world and the entire parallel space-time chain, and the chain reaction is uncontrollable! I’m sorry.
I’m just making fun of it. Can you stop being so funny?”
“Who’s funny with you? Do you think time travel is a one-way trip? No! No! After all these years of research, there’s no progress. You really don’t have to be lucky. I’m sorry.
Looking at his educator, I saw a little warm shadow.
We said, “What else could it be?” It’s really parallel time. Have you seen it?”
A few points higher, “Proving parallel time and space speculation is one of the issues!” I’m sorry.
“So?” I don’t get it. Hey, is it so hard for me to ask you for a signature? I’m sorry.
In order to stop my thinking, my brother is also a bitter man who, with a sense of reason, patiently analyses my assumptions about parallel time and space, trying to convince me not to volunteer.
I think I understand that, according to their guess, the so-called “time and space travel” is not necessarily a journey to the past or the future, but it is also likely to cross into parallel space.
For example, the three-dimensional space in which we are in is a room, and every time we travel and try to change things in the future or in the past, we are pushing a door to another room.
We walked into another, identical room, and we didn’t find it anywhere else, but we did something stupid and thought we had changed the pattern in the room.
In fact, the original room was the same as usual, while the new room was disrupted by the break-in.
In order to maintain basic order and logic, the new room has had to be derived or opened more in order to achieve a new balance and to supplement the new logical chain …
Such a chain reaction would cause all parallel worlds to be disturbed, but all parallel worlds would have to continue to operate in accordance with their own rational order, so that more and more “doors next door” would be opened…
It’s like playing the Domino, starting with a roll-down, followed by a chain collapse, and, worst of all, this Domino game will never end, and it doesn’t exist at all, and it will collapse indefinitely.
So I gave my brother a glass of water, so he could tweak his throat, and “What room is the last room, how many rooms are there, how many rooms are disturbed in each room are unsolved?” I’m sorry.
See, I get it. A brother likes to take a breath, picks up a glass, nods his head.
I thought, “Well, the simplest way to fix this huge chain is to stop the first “opener” and keep the first boner down. I’m sorry.
My brother noded, “Theoretically, but nobody knows where the first boner is. I’m sorry.
And a moment of reflection, We said: I know where I am. I’m sorry.
My brother was staring at me.
I laughed and handed him the pen, saying, “Well, I’m probably the first domino. I’m sorry.
Secret diary
I finally signed for it, and after a little bump, I was able to take part in the time and space travel experiment and explore the root causes.
It’s just that this time I’m going to go, I’m probably not coming back, so I decided to call my wife and tell her I’m safe, and then I’m gonna clean up my stuff.
There’s Mom’s diary on the bed, and I’ll get the redwood box and I’ll put it back.
When they opened the box, they saw that the square-hole paper, hidden together with the storage card, was wrinkled a little bit by other things, which, though unknown, were the remains of their parents, and I did not throw it into the trash can, but instead put it in a diary.
The square paper was just about the size of a diary paper, and I put the diary in a box, and I moved it out of the blue, and I thought it was like something was wrong.
And immediately We took the diary, and turned it quickly to the page of the paper with the square hole, and looked at it with a close look, and the words that appeared through it could be linked to a plain statement.
It’s as if I’ve been working on this new discovery.
The paper clip with the irregular square hole is between the two pages of the diary, presses down to the left page, displays words that can be linked to a few words, then presses to the right page of the diary, and displays the same words that are in plain language and that appear to be linked to what is before.
A few pages of diary have been tried, and it seems that the full set of circumstances can be successfully spelled out.
I finally understand why the third diary suddenly changed the writing format, which was hidden.
I’m very excited, I’m a bit frustrated, I didn’t think the reading was so simple, no algebra geometry, no physics formula, just a simple writing game!
It’s like a brain that can’t even think about breaking a brain, and it’s like it’s like it’s like it’s like it’s like it’s just like it’s so boring.
And I laughed, and so it seems, human childishness is common, and scientists are no exception.
One night, I read out what was hidden in my mother’s diary and finally realized why I killed my mother.
During that trip on June 4, 1990, Mom saw “I” at the age of 27, but the “I” did not marry and have children like she thought.
The 27-year-old “I” lost one hand and one half of his skull was turned into titanium alloy, and he sat in a wheelchair, laughing at the air and salivating at his lips.
I can’t imagine how devastated my mother was when she saw a son who was retarded and handicapped.
My mother wrote in the hidden diary, “He’s six years old, naughty, talkative, growing up day by day, and I’m getting anxious because I’ve seen the future, and the accident at the age of nine will ruin his bright life, and I want to save him, but if I save him, I’m going to break professional ethics…”
It seems to be a dilemma, but for a mother, there seems to be only one answer from the beginning.
“If I can change my life, I’d trade my life for my son’s life.”
And when I read that, my tears came back, and that’s the real reason why Mom was going on the second time in time — she was going to trade for my life!
So the mother wrote the application to her head to convince her for various reasons to approve her return to the travel test.
When he learned the truth, he lost his mind and felt sorry for his wife’s abnormality.
Perhaps it was the intention of God, just one year before I was about to have a car accident, for the second time in time and space, that my mother, by mistake, replaced his colleagues’ test slot.
So she saved me, and she was eliminated in the second year, when I was nine.
At last, the truth has come to me, and my feelings have been raging and tearing for too long, and the pain in my heart is neither sweet nor bitter.
It’s just that now I’m not going to quit the time travel experiment, but I’m more determined.
If the intention was to start looking for the truth, now I’m determined to get the first boner and stop all mistakes.
9. Travel
On the morning of the experiment I was taken to the project building with four other travellers.
We are uniformed in grey and white, which is said to be a special mass-made travel suit, but I feel the same as a dryer.
We went back to each other and back to what we needed to do before being taken to a very capsule of capsules.
I fell in as I was asked, and I was suspended in 140 pounds.
But at this point in time, I cannot be surprised that the technicians are busy re-checking the hatch and wearing special bracelets for me; the recorders confirm to me the identity information and whether the person is willing.
Because I’m the only one who applied for a forward point of time, I have to sign a will and an exemption agreement in addition to the above routine.
When everything’s ready, the hatch is closed, but it’s not pitch black, but it’s like people are floating in outer space.
Is this the universe? There is little silence, and there is no temperature for the stars or for the bright or bright.
It’s amazing that a small travel module can simulate the space and silence of the universe, and I can breathe at will in the universe.
At this point, the hatch was once again opened, and the recorder asked, “Are you not feeling well in the 30 minutes that the hatch has just been closed? Like dizziness, want to vomit, panic, breathing difficulties, fear? I’m sorry.
Thirty minutes? Did I have a problem with my sense of time when I just closed the door to the door for not more than a minute?
Having heard my doubts, the recorder was kind enough to say, “In a space-like environment, it’s normal to lose a sense of time and direction. I’m sorry.
“Oh, I feel good. I’m sorry.
“Okay! The door is closed again, and the cabin is then sent to the “first stop” to start the official time and space travel. Please wait patiently. Have a nice trip and return home. I’m sorry.
Home safe?
I laughed and said, “Thank you.”
Once again, the hatch closed, and I fell into the universe for some time, and suddenly I was a little scared of the star map of the universe, and space was out of reach, depressed and silent, and I suddenly became a fear, and I couldn’t breathe.
When I remember how to deal with things, I close my eyes, breathe a regular resonance, and at this point, three “sniffs” sound and then go to countdown.
Coming! I want to focus, because I only have 10 minutes to travel.
At the end of the last countdown, a strong sense of falling fills the body, a stronger sense of falling than the jumper, causing a sudden increase in heart rate and muscle tension.
The shock lasted only a few short seconds, and very soon my ears were loud.
I slowly opened my eyes and stood under a familiar red and green light at the crossroads.
This is the way I went to school when I was a child, and it was less than a thousand metres from my home.
Did I make it?
Looking at the real and familiar surroundings, I wondered whether I was happy or excited, I turned around, breathed deeply, smelled the familiar smell of the street, and cried and woke up.
Now I’m back on June 1st, 1996.
I’m impressed that I’ve seen a little figure running across the hall and running south from the corner.
I reacted for a few seconds and realized that the little boy who ran around with the bag was nine years old myself.
The shadow of his running was sometimes slowed down, when he took the time to kick a wildcat on the side of the road, to kick an electric pole, and then to laugh and keep running.
You owe me so much! But the kid is pathetic. He doesn’t know anything. He’ll soon have no mother.
I couldn’t bear to shout, “Win and Xin!” I’m sorry.
As a matter of fact, the boy stopped and turned around looking for the man who called him. He looked at me, but did not stop.
Probably saw no familiar face in a circle, he scratched his head and continued to run south.
I followed him far, crossed the road and kept him within my sight.
I followed him while I thought of a way, since he should have had a car accident, and in order to correct the logical chain and minimize the disturbance, it would be better to have a car accident.
While passing through a commissary, a pick-up truck was parked in front of the door, the car was open, the cab was empty and the driver was working with the owner of the commissary at the counter.
I jumped into the car, hit the gas door, drove it away, no matter what the screams behind me, and ran into the back of the nine-year-old boy.
He must die!
The countdown on the bracelet was less than three minutes ago, and I stepped on the gas door, and it seemed like 9-year-olds were not aware of the danger behind them and jumped to cross the road before the sidewalk.
Now! As soon as I stepped on the gas, and the boom went off, I went in a panic, and the car crashed and stopped.
The windshield is broken and I’m bleeding, and I’m lucky I’m wearing a seatbelt when I get in the car, or I’ll be thrown out of the car.
“The dead! The dead!
When I heard the screams of the passers-by, I looked, and I saw myself down on the ground at the age of nine, laughing with satisfaction, and I noticed that my body was starting to lighten.
I’m probably going to disappear! Nine years old, I’m dead, 34 years old, how could I exist?
It’s finally possible to make things right, Mom doesn’t have to be eliminated, Dad doesn’t have to. They’ll probably be sad for years, but they can have another child and live happily ever after.
I have become less and less aware of my body weight, as if it would turn into a wind and disappear forever in this world.
When I was happy to accept all of this, the nine-year-old Gentsu stood up!
He’s not dead? And ran under my wheel crying out loud…
“Mom! Mama! Mom, don’t die. I’m Da-sang. Mommy looks at me.”
Mom?
What’s he doing? Did his mom lie under my wheel now?
I was shocked, so my mother lay under my wheel…
I finally understand everything! Tears filled my eyes with tears…
I fell and hit the car, and my mother fell under the wheel, and there was blood, and that nine-year-old I seemed scared enough to get on my knees and tossed one of my mother’s fingers on my wings while crying with my mouth open.
I was also on my knees, surrounded by people who went to call the police and came to see if Mom was still breathing.
Just as everyone was messing around, and suddenly the mother’s body began to change, she became a little bit more transparent, looking at it as if she wasn’t a living person, but a stereo image of millions of pixels…
My sorrow has not completely drowned me, and I am shocked by the sight of the sight.
As if the TV had suddenly been turned off, the mother, like a TV image, disappeared without a drop of blood.
Nine-year-old Win Zheng was also frightened, just crying, surprised by the sudden disappearance of his mother, just looking around, trying to find the mother who was just lying there.
And suddenly I grabbed him on his shoulder and asked him, “What are you doing here today?” I’m sorry.
Apparently he didn’t think I could call him by his name and look at me bleeding again.
Answer me! What are you doing here today? I asked more harshly.
“I… We went to summer camp, but Mom wouldn’t let me, so I snuck out and wanted to go to school to find teachers and classmates. I’m sorry.
After he whispered, a fury hit my heart, and he raised his hand to sneak out of this bastard, and she slapping her mother’s dead ass!
But he slaps and ends up in my own face.
Because he’s me, I’m him, I’m the one to slap!
Because I was determined to correct all the wrong logical chains, and when I was nine years old, I created my own car accident, and my mother saved me the second time that I was nine…
I did this! I’m a murderer! I’m the beginning of the world!
The bracelets began to vibrate, travel time entered the countdown, and Mom just disappeared.
What about me? By the way, I can’t go anywhere under the law of elimination, and I’ll disappear.
So I disappeared, and it all turned into a dead cycle.
I lost my consciousness when I watched the scene of my own car accident, and I felt a growing hand-ring shaking and a near-death sensation.
Is that what it feels like to disappear?
10. Return
I opened my eyes, and my aunt’s scream was in my ear.
Wake up! I’m going to the doctor!”
I feel like I’m going to throw up.
To be honest, I’m a little incompetent at this point in time to understand the language, and the accident had a disproportionate psychological and physical impact on me.
I’m dying. I’m still talking about it.
Brother, tell you the good news! Do you know that you’re the first to break the law after the law? You know what that means? You are likely to be the first to test parallel time and space scenarios, and you’re in a coma these days, and we’re all looking for you to wake up and report on your time and space travel. I’m sorry.
I was so noisy, he opened my mouth, he didn’t make a sound, he put his ears together.
I took a long time to say a word to him, “Get lost!” I’m sorry.
I got punched in the face, “I care about you and you let me go! I’m sorry.
I thought he would send me this punch, but the pain I imagined didn’t come.
I moved my hands, I moved my legs, I tried to twist my right and my left, I didn’t hurt at all!
I was so surprised, I sat up, and I got dizzy, and I lay down, and I finally got sick, and I got dry.
It’s incredible that the physical damage caused by the accident did not actually follow me back to reality.
I slept in the hospital for another day, then I went out to my aunt’s house for another three days, and I finally got a lot more sobered up, and I started hanging around the Institute.
I’d disappear like my mother, but I didn’t, and I came back intact.
I told my brother what happened after the trip, and I analysed it when I heard it, because it was all my real choice before, so it was most likely that I opened the parallel space myself.
I understand, but the most important thing to deal with right now is the Institute.
I’m not afraid to say my true purpose, but that I happen to have experienced a car accident after crossing. Over the last few days, asking questions, rediscovering details, listening to parallel time and space discussions…
I am not interested in any of this, and I am now just trying to heal my declining emotions in a quiet and quiet manner and to alleviate the impact of the truth on me.
A few days later, I fled the city again on the grounds that I had to work.
The wife didn’t pick me up at the airport, but at home she prepared for me.
I came into the house, dropped my luggage, entered the kitchen, lived in the back of my wife, and I finally felt a real sense of security.
“Is everything taken care of at home? I should’ve gone back with you. The wife says:
“It’s all taken care of. Don’t worry. Let me hold you for a second. I’m sorry.
I’ve been so worried about having my wife face up to my original family, which is probably my weakness, and so I’m very humble.
“There’s something I want to tell you. “I’m pregnant. I’m sorry.
I was not afraid, so my wife came to me and said, “I know that we agreed not to have children before we got married, but you are part of this child. I would like to ask you a question. I’m sorry.
I used to feel like I wouldn’t have kids, I didn’t know how to be a good father, I didn’t know how to teach kids.
But when my wife told me she was pregnant, my heart was full of surprises and joy.
I smiled and asked my wife, “What about you? You want to have a baby? They say it hurts to have a baby. Don’t you worry about it? I’m sorry.
The wife bites on the lips, and he says, “I’m afraid of pain, I don’t want to have children, but it’s strange when I know there’s a new life in my belly.” It’s like suddenly there’s a sense of purpose that he has to be born, and I don’t know why I hesitate. I’m sorry.
“Let’s get out of this, give birth!” I said.
“Really? Then you’ll have to help with the baby.”
“A fool! I’m taking my own kid. How can I ask for help? I’m sorry.
I brought my wife into my arms, rubbing her hair, and I said, “We should have a child and we should all feel the feeling of being parents. Don’t you wonder what they’re thinking? I’m curious. Let’s go to their world. I’m sorry.
Author: Your Highness the Bottle
Case number: YXX1b6rov NMsjkwbnGuagez
Time Wrong Love
Red alert: My world has collapsed.
Director, X Institute of Brains
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
