At midnight, I suddenly brushed a funeral circle of friends.
“Good luck.” I’m sorry.
And the black and white in the middle of the auditorium was me.
Below displays the release time after 3 days.
I blinked and brushed again, and this circle of friends disappeared.
A news story appeared above:
“There was an in-house homicide in the city of Namjiang, where the victim died instantly after having received a dozen knives. I’m sorry.
A purple flower? Isn’t this my neighborhood? What happened to you?
Get in there and read it.
“Victim: Female, 26 years old, body found at 9 a.m. on October 20th. The source was the boyfriend of the deceased, who said that he could not open the lock when he returned home in the morning and found the deceased on the ground the next day when he came in.
“The police judge his death at approximately 2 a.m. on October 20th.
“It is assumed that this case is strongly related to the recent major serial killings in the city, presumably the same killer. I’m sorry.
The more I look at it, the more I see it, the more I see it on the news.
It’s time for October 20th at 1:50 a.m.
How can the news tell something that hasn’t happened yet?
I looked up in the eye and looked at the picture on the right side of the article and took a breath of air.
The scene of the crime, which was taken by the police, was filled with shocking blood marks on the wood floor, and red traces penetrated into the sand release layer.
Even though it hit Marseille, the familiar hanging on the back wall showed me:
This is my house.
It’s fake.
I was laughing at the watch, nine minutes before the crime.
And then there were footsteps outside the door.
Along with the sound of the crumbs, the key was inserted into the lockhole.
I had a tremor, I got unconscious, I got out of bed, I went to the door, I locked the door.
One hand to the doorknob, and one hand to the death.
I was totally scared by that news.
What if this is true? I must seize this opportunity to avoid being killed!
“The twig,” half-sharp keys are stuck in the door lock.
I cried long, held my breath and looked at the cat’s eye.
There’s a familiar figure outside: my boyfriend Zheng Zheng Zheng.
He was staring at the cat like he could see me.
Zheng’s tired eyes were covered with blood, and he frowned with doubt.
A few more times with the key.
Knock, knock!
“Ii, are you asleep? Help me open the door. It’s locked. It won’t open. I’m sorry.
Knocking on the door continued, hitting my eardrum.
My hands are sweating, I’m afraid to respond and my head is spinning.
According to the time of death on the news, the killer must be Zheng Zheng Zheng.
The apartment was usually just the two of us, and he had the chance to kill me at 2:00 in the morning.
But why would he kill me?
We don’t even have much to argue about two years of love.
He’s kind to me in a day. He’s a model boyfriend.
I can’t think of any reason why Zheng Xheng did it.
Tears come out of my eyes, I’m scared and confused, and I can’t believe he stabbed me.
And a dozen!
The door was ringing, and I felt him getting anxious and punched on the door.
Open the door, Ii! Open the door! I’m sorry.
Zheng Zheng’s eyes had become redder and he seemed to realize that I had locked the door upside down and that my teeth had bit two pits on the dry lips.
I’ve seen a heart attack, and his evil look is the first time I’ve seen it.
Sorry, I can’t let you in.
Watching the clock’s pointer step by step towards two in the morning, my heart was hanging.
Five minutes to my death.
“You just have to wait five minutes, two o’clock and I’ll open the door and let you in. I’m sorry.
I was thinking that the phone on the tea table was ringing.
Caller: Zheng Zheng.
Looks like he couldn’t knock on the door.
I still couldn’t take it and stare at the cat.
The cell phone rings were so squeaky and weird in the silent midnight.
But soon, I found something strange:
Zheng Zheng didn’t use his cell phone.
He stood still outside the door with his bare hands.
What’s going on?
I quickly picked up the phone.
That’s right.
But he’s standing outside the door right now!
Is this man not Jung-sheng at all?
I picked up my cell phone and walked to my bedroom, sitting by the bed and listening to the phone.
Hello? Is it Ii?
Zheng Zheng breathed in his breath, and his voice revealed anxiety and panic:
“What’s your time? I’m sorry.
I squeezed the phone:
“October 20th at 1:55 a.m. I’m sorry.
Listen to me carefully!
He swallowed saliva.
“You’ve got five minutes to die! I’m sorry.
I had a heart attack and I was interrupted:
“You’re a sick serial killer. He’s hiding at home right now. Get out of here! I’m sorry.
The telephone was hung up sharply and suffocated, leaving only a clock of seconds to walk.
I’ve been frozen for a while, feeling cool.
No, he’s lying to me. Zheng Xheng tried to trick me into opening the door so he could kill me.
I thought so, looking through the cat’s eyes, seeing him walking back at me to the stairwell, moving away.
Looks like he gave up knocking and was ready to live outside.
I’m suddenly feeling a little bit wrong. Am I too preconceived?
What if the killer wasn’t Jung-sheng?
“Pop!” I’m sorry.
A strange sound was captured in the ears, as if it were a barefoot on the floor.
It’s just coming from my foot.
I slowly bowed my head and saw the couch right below, reaching out a pale man’s hand.
The brain was blank and even forgot to escape.
The two men were walking on their faces and slowly found a half-wire under the couch.
He looked up and looked straight at me.
It’s a strange face I’ve never seen before.
The gutter crawled over his cheeks, the gills held the muscles of his face, and the two were mixed with white hair.
That’s the escaped serial killer?
His appearance was so ordinary and uncharacterized that the police had so far failed to catch him.
Half my mouth was shut and my voice was stuck in my throat and my body was sweaty.
Run! I’m sorry.
I turned around towards the door, and my hand just touched the doorknob, and the whole man went back up.
It’s just a headache, and it’s a force to pull me down.
I fell on the floor and looked back hard, and saw his right hand holding my hair and his left hand touching a knife out of my arms.
Finally, I started screaming.
His hands and feet were twirled and he retreated.
It’s not enough.
The man looked up, his hands shivered a little, and he was breathing rough.
The edge of the knife is getting closer to me.
I was screaming madly, and I started asking for forgiveness, and I even wanted to scare him:
“Go away, please. I won’t call the police.
“If you kill me, my boyfriend will find out in the morning. You’ll never get away! I’m sorry.
And he’s staring at me, and the next second, I’m gonna have a total pain in my chest.
My cry became a shivering sighs, and my chest was wet.
It’s blood.
I lay on the floor with no power, feeling colder and the whole world was leaving me.
The clock sounds, sounds in the ear, and points are moving in the blurry sight.
Eventually, it stopped at 2:00 in the morning.
The sad cry blows in your ears.
I opened my eyes and my throat was squeaky.
It’s dark and its back is cold and sweaty.
“Boom. I’m sorry.
As a result of a vibration, a light was spread out and half the room was lit.
It’s my bedroom.
I turned my head, and I saw a story on the lighted phone screen:
“There was an in-house murder in the city of Namjiang, where two victims died instantly after having received a dozen knives. I’m sorry.
There’s a hurry to breathe:
“What’s going on?”
The heart hurts.
The clock shows familiar time: 1:50 in the morning.
Light up the news, the crime scene on the map, the blood on the ground.
That’s my blood.
The news accurately predicted my death.
But I came back, back 10 minutes before the murder.
Was that a dream, or am I still dreaming?
I don’t want to think about it, but it’s coming from the living room.
There’s a key in the lockhole.
Wait!
I’m surprised to know it’s JUNG.
The left foot just came out of the bed and heard a scream outside the bedroom:
Who the fuck are you? I’m sorry.
The next minute, the screams of pain sound into the room.
“Aah! Aah!”
It’s a murderer!
This time he killed Zheng Zheng!
I immediately covered my mouth and tried to keep my voice from coming out.
If I make a move, the killer will know right away someone in the bedroom.
He will not hesitate to kill me!
And the wooden door in the bedroom, even if locked, is expected to be hit by him.
It would be better to hide that he had just committed a crime and that he would not have stayed long enough to avoid it if I had not carefully sought to leave in haste.
The heart stunned and gently fell down the bed, and I quickly climbed under the bed and twitched on the floor with my breath.
There’s no sound outside.
The footsteps are ringing, getting closer.
*And *And * and * and * and * and * and * and * and * and * and * and * and * and * and * and * and * and * and * and * and * and * and * and * and * and * and * and * and * and * and * and * and * and * and * and * and * and * and * and * and * and * and * and * and * and * and *.
The bedroom door was pushed.
My forehead dazzled and my heart beats like a hole in the chest.
“Ooh. I’m sorry.
The light switch was pressed and the bedroom was luminous.
“Wow. I’m sorry.
I know. It was the closet door.
He’s looking for a possible hideout in the house.
Their hands were shivered and their mouths were covered with tremors, and their tears fell silently.
The sheet was less than 10 centimetres from the ground, and I saw two feet coming to me through the cracks.
Red-blooded web sneakers, parked in front of me.
Shoes are far from my nostrils, with only one hand wide.
Boom! I’m sorry.
And suddenly the sound of his ear was blown, and I squirted, and a gray face came to me.
It’s Jung-shin’s face.
His mouth was wide open, his head was lying on the ground, and his blood was flowing down his forehead.
Dead.
“Aah!”
I accidentally screamed.
At one point, the wrist was stung with one hand and the whole person was dragged back.
“Ah, aah, aah!”
The cold sound behind the head:
“There you are. I’m sorry.
October 20th, 1:50 a.m.
According to the news report, “an in-house murder occurred in the city of Namjiang, where two of the victims died instantly after a dozen knives. I’m sorry.
Once again, I woke up from the dark midnight bedroom and returned to 10 minutes before I died.
This time I found something:
The murder news I first read, there was only one dead person, myself.
The second story became “two.”
Although only one word is missing, the process and outcome of the murder have changed significantly.
Zheng Zheng was able to survive because I did not lock the door, resulting in a rewrite of fate.
There’s an idea in my heart:
If the news is the “end” of this murder, can I use it to reverse the process?
Isn’t that the same way to solve the problem with a reference?
All I have to do is try different means of escape to change the fate of death.
When the news became “an attempt on the life of the murderer and his arrest”, I was able to escape, and the cycle must be lifted.
I tried to contain the panic and sent a message to Zheng:
“There’s someone in the house. He’s got a knife. Don’t come in. I’m sorry.
When the news page was closed, the content changed:
“There was an in-house murder in the city of Namjiang, in which one of the victims died instantly after a dozen knives. I’m sorry.
Yes!
But I was not happy, because the murder had occurred and still resulted in a dead person.
That means I still couldn’t get out.
As expected, Zheng Zheng did not enter the door after receiving the text message and there was silence outside the bedroom.
Next, I’ll do everything I can to survive and drag it to the police.
Deadly problems arise again:
This time, do you choose “dive” or “block”?
I know that when the bedroom door is closed, it will be completely exposed and that if the police fail to stop him before he arrives, he will die.
What do we do? What do we do?
One minute and five minutes is 2 in the morning.
“Try it!”
I leaned down and crawled under the bed again.
I’m not staring at the press.
No change.
It was cold in my heart and I crawled out.
Take a deep breath and I’ll fast-tighten the door and lock it.
There was an immediate reaction outside the door, and the sound of the “blah-blah-blah-blah” was approaching.
Then the sound of the boom, the tremor of the doorboard, the sound of the wood cracking.
I squeaked back, three or two steps towards the balcony, one head into the corner bedroom bathroom.
Pulled up the door, locked it, and breathed with fear.
“Bow, boom, boom!”
The sound of the impact on the bedroom door struck the heart and felt that the chest cavity was being beaten.
“Ooh!” I’m sorry.
And the door was blown apart, and We wept, and We closed their eyes in despair.
The killer walked in and the bedroom light was turned on.
1:58 minutes, two minutes.
The phone was shaking in my hand, and the news was as strong as ever:
“There was an in-house murder in the city of Namjiang, in which one of the victims died instantly after a dozen knives. I’m sorry.
The footsteps were getting closer and he had already searched the closet and under the bed, which was the last place he was looking for.
The glass door shows a blurry image of people.
“Why aren’t the police here? I’m sorry.
I’m in a hurry to cry, and I’m too busy pulling out the drawers under the washroom, hoping to find something to protect myself.
Nothing.
It’s just some regular laundry, and…
What’s this?
My eyes are attracted to something strange.
It’s a red headline.
Unusual female supplies.
But it shouldn’t be here.
Because I never bought this style.
“Huh. I’m sorry.
I smiled and realized why Zheng Zheng was working late.
It’s so big that I didn’t notice it.
Whoa! I’m sorry.
The glass door in the bathroom smashed to pieces.
I can’t cry, I’m sad and I’m ironic.
I didn’t think I’d die before I got mad about this.
I’ve been staring at murderers with tears and murmurs:
“See you next time. I’m sorry.
Open your eyes again, there’s a text on the phone screen:
“Ii, are you home now?”
It’s from Jung.
I typed a “um” and was gonna tell him he was hiding from a murderer. Don’t come in.
His second message was received before he finished editing:
“If you’re home now, come out! I’m sorry.
I feel a little different, but I can’t say what’s wrong.
Next second, Zheng Zheng sent a third message:
“A criminal just entered our apartment. He killed the manager and took the spare key from the whole floor. I don’t know which house he’d go in! Get out of the room!”
I didn’t realize that the murderer had come in this way.
Just put on slippers and were ready to leave without moving.
What if he comes in now?
I couldn’t move through the door, staring at the dark bedroom.
The experiences of previous killings have created deep nightmares that have tormented me from time to time.
“Come out, I’ll wait downstairs. Let’s stay in the hotel before the murderer gets caught. I’m sorry.
Heart beating, I swallowed spit and tried to stay calm.
Let’s take a look at the news forecast:
“There was a homicide in Yi, Namjiang city, and a victim died instantly after a dozen knives. I’m sorry.
“Hmm? I’m sorry.
The scene changed!
The scene of the murder has been transformed from my home to the Yu-san district of these two streets!
This neighborhood has nothing to do with me. I never thought I’d go there.
Does that mean I’ve finally escaped death?
I stomped and jumped from the bed.
Take a deep breath and I have the courage to turn on the bedroom light.
No movement.
I got a little bottom in my heart and I got the nerve to walk into the living room.
Quiet, no one smells.
However, the scenes of the killings are visible and the pain remains on my chest.
“We have to go before he comes in. I’m sorry.
I’m feeling a little dizzy, and I’m so busy putting my shoes on and leaving.
Close the door, I walk into no one’s hallway.
I can’t stop breathing.
There were no lights on either side of the corridor, but only some of the vision was lighted by the light at the elevator entrance.
The darker, long-chamber pen extends straight, and the farther away, the darker.
In the ordinary days, places have passed over and over, and at this time they have become horrific.
I stepped up when I thought the murderer was hiding in this apartment.
Behind every door, he could appear…
Maybe the next second, I’ll run into him…
My legs were softened, and I tried so hard to control myself that I didn’t think about it and try to contain the fear that was growing in my heart.
“Come on, it’s coming to the elevator. I’m sorry.
The cold hands squeezed my cell phone, and I breathed, and I typed Zheng Zheng:
“I’m out, so wait for me on the first floor. I’m sorry.
“Good. I’m sorry.
A very brief response.
Turn into the elevator door, I’m in a hurry to press the downstairs button and wait.
Two elevators were set up in the apartment, and the elevator on the left side was broken in the run-up and was under repair, and only the one on the right was currently available.
I noticed one thing.
Elevators don’t come up from the first floor, they come down from the top, and the numbers up top show 12.
12, top floor of the apartment.
I think we just got a house on the elevator to the top floor, or is the top floor coming down?
It was a normal thing, but I felt panic.
It may have been the experience of killing, which has made me a bird of shock and easily aroused fear.
Elevator level down, has reached 7th floor, two floors from me.
I looked at the texting on the phone screen and wrinkled my head.
Why don’t you pick me up in the elevator?
Is it because you’re afraid to meet a murderer in the apartment?
“Huh. I’m sorry.
I’m suffocating, but the next second I hit a cold war.
Something’s wrong!
I watched every message Zheng sent:
“Ii, are you home now?”
“If you’re home now, come out! I’m sorry.
“A criminal just entered our apartment. He killed the manager and took the spare key from the whole floor. I don’t know which house he’d go in! Get out of the room!”
“Come out, I’ll wait downstairs. Let’s stay in the hotel before the murderer gets caught. I’m sorry.
“Good. I’m sorry.
I’m all sweaty!
Because it’s not Zheng Zhengqi!
We’ve been in love all these years, and I can’t help but remember his typing habits.
Zheng Zheng typists and chats prefers to use spaces instead of signage, and he hardly ever used a comma stop.
But every word he sent me today was full of points!
It was cold and I turned my head and ran in the direction of home.
Just one step, the phone pops up a text message:
“I’m coming.”
Almost at the same time, the sound of the elevator door opening came from behind.
And We turned back stiff, and saw a pale hand reaching through the door.
He had Zheng Zheng’s cell phone in his hand, covered in blood.
Deep bone marrow pain spreads from the chest to the whole body.
It hurts so much.
I was crying, biting my lips in the dark bedroom, holding back the urge to cry.
My skin’s tearing’ up my nerves and I feel like I’m losing my muscles.
The residual pain is growing longer than once.
Perhaps the cycle is not unlimited, and if it dies again, it is likely that it will never wake up.
Dry my tears, I looked at the phone.
It is still a familiar news story and a time for heartbreaking.
1:50 in the morning.
Pick up the phone and I’ll text Zheng Zheng:
“Don’t come in. Somebody’s got a knife in the room. Go to the police. I’m sorry.
In safety, I sent another text to 110 this time.
Tell the police there’s an intruder in the house and ask for help.
Then I held my breath, walked gently to the balcony and pulled the window.
When the night rises and the moon is covered with silver, it does not make me nervous.
I’m getting confused.
I thought every death would be 10 minutes before the murder.
Time, place and character remain the same, and I will try to escape from the dead at the beginning of eternity.
But that is clearly not the case with the previous experience.
Although it was still the time to wake up, the murderer did not hide at home, but instead killed Zheng Zheng and used his cell phone to trick me out of the house.
Why is that?
Is it because some of my previous moves changed the way things were going?
I don’t know.
But I’m sure there must be a dead end in this whole thing that I didn’t realize.
If we can get all the questions straight, we’ll break it.
The only thing that is certain for now is that there is a price to be paid for the resurrection, and it seems that my weak body will not last much longer.
If I fail again, I risk losing my chances.
There’s movement in the living room.
“Yup, yup, yup.”
Every step of the footsteps, my heart jumps.
There he is!
I put my head out of the window and looked down, under a dozen metres, in a dark bush.
With my heart crossed, I gnawed my legs, crossed the window, and the whole person sat on the balcony window.
The sound of the wind and the sound of the sound of the sound, the heart beats sharply.
The soles of the feet are almost a metre from the lower air conditioner, which is installed on the lower left side of the balcony and needs to jump out a little.
The outer surface does not exceed half a square metre and I have no certainty that I can just jump up there.
Closer or further away, you’ll fall to death.
But I can’t practice estimation, only once.
Looking down at the ground on five floors, I swallowed saliva and my calves started to get soft.
The footsteps have reached the door and can no longer be hesitated.
“Fuck, it’s better to fall than to be stabbed. I’m sorry.
I scolded, pointed at the air conditioner, jumped out.
“Aah!”
Jump away.
My front foot was emptied and my back foot stepped on an outside machine, but as a result of great effort, I lost my centre in the air because of inertia and went straight ahead.
“It’s over!”
I reached out in despair and reached out to the outside of the wall, and the other hand was attached to the balcony outside the opposite household.
The palms fell so hard that the two arms broke out of a hot tore when their bones were sprained.
My body was hung in the air on the fifth floor.
But it’s just temporary.
It’s about to run out of power for five more seconds.
I’ve been shaking from head to toe, my muscles wrinkled and my chest cavity burst.
I’ve been dizziness, and I’m going to raise my face so I don’t look down.
It’s nice to be able to take a last glimpse of life.
I laughed, and I was exhausted before.
“Forget it, maybe I should have. I’m sorry.
As soon as I was ready to let go, a hand came up on my wrist.
Then it was felt that the armpit was lifted by a hand and the upper half of the body was lifted up.
Help! Snow!
The sound of a man on top of his head, the man’s finger gripping my skin, his red face swollen and biting his teeth:
“What the hell are you playing at?”
There’s another one coming from above:
“What’s wrong? I’m sorry.
The woman named Yuki seems to be in shock.
“Someone fell, help me pull her up! I’m sorry.
“123! Push! I’m sorry.
I was raised so hard that the upper half was finally attached to the balcony, and my hands and feet were exhausted and I climbed into the balcony with all my hands.
“Ho, ho…”
I’ve had a big breath, and the blood on my body has condensed into ice.
A man and a woman who saved my life stared at me for half a day, looked at each other, and looked at each other in horror.
I got up hard, I couldn’t thank myself, and I pointed to the window above the slope:
“I’m that family. I’m sorry.
“Are you… careless? I’m sorry.
I shook my head, pulled the snow, cried out:
Someone’s trying to kill me!
The criminal Lee Yong Ha was arrested by the police, and I finally saw the morning sun on October 20th.
After routine questioning and investigation, I dragged myself out of the police station.
The door of the apartment was pushed, and it smelled like a house full of fragrances, and it looked at the table full of good food.
Zheng Zheng, in his apron, walked out of the kitchen and he held me tight and sighs:
“That scared the shit out of me. I’m sorry.
Says he pulled me a chair:
“Eat, baby. I’m sorry.
I smiled and sat down.
The news was broadcast on TV behind my ears:
“The suspect, Li Hoi, who broke into a woman’s house in the early hours of the day and attempted to commit the crime, is currently under arrest by the police. I’m sorry.
I took a long breath, broke the cap and poured two Cokes.
“Here. I’m sorry.
And We gave Zheng Zheng a drink, and We drank it.
He looked at me surprised, and he said:
“Girls. I’m sorry.
And then you’ve had half a cup.
My right hand is wrapped, my left hand is wrapped in my pants, and I squeezed something between my fingers.
It’s that red collar.
I pulled it out slowly, put it on the table and looked at Zheng’s face.
His face changed, he didn’t talk, but turned to the kitchen.
“Huh. I’m sorry.
I laughed, and I kept eating.
The TV news was switched to a police interview and a police officer turned to the microphone:
“As a result of our investigation, Li has been cleared of suspicion of serial killings. I’m sorry.
The interviewer then asked:
“So he’s not the killer of a serial murder? I’m sorry.
“Yes, but we will surely catch him and ask the city’s female residents to guard their doors and windows and to be safe until the crime is committed. I’m sorry.
“Is it true that there have recently been reports on the Internet that serial murderers steal their belongings of the same victim after each crime? I’m sorry.
“No comment. I’m sorry.
The next second, the TV screen went dark.
When I looked up, I saw Jung holding the remote, standing at the kitchen door, staring at me in cold.
His other hand, holding a knife.
Zheng Zheng lamented me with a sharp knife:
“But unfortunately, why do you have to watch the news? Isn’t it nice to chase the show?”
I was squirting and staring at him.
It turns out that the person who committed the crime in the house was never a fugitive murderer.
The real serial killer has been around me.
Nor was the red headline any evidence of cheating, but he took it on the victim after killing him.
This is evidence of his killing.
In the cold of the bone marrow, I lay still and watched him put a knife around my neck.
Why didn’t you notice?
The pillowman who fell in love with me for two years is a perverted demon who likes to kill strange women!
“Don’t cry. I’m sorry.
Zheng softly wipes the tears of my eyebrow with his fingers, and says, “I don’t want to kill you, but you’re going to call the police and arrest me because you betrayed me first! I’m sorry.
Me? When did the police arrest him?
A second later, my heart stunned and I understood something.
I looked at Jung-sheng with red eyes, and there were a few answers to the question:
Remember that I had received a telephone call from Zheng Zheng Zheng, who was at the end of the phone and who was locked outside the door, clearly not at the same time, but at some point in the future.
He may have revealed his identity and is on the run.
And he called me not to save me, but to scare me with murderous news so I could open the door and run out.
That way, he can do it to me.
It seems that the break-in of Lee Yong River was an accident, and even if he hadn’t appeared, I would have been killed by Zheng Zheng, who entered the house.
Locked the door and saved my life, but not my second!
How could I have thought of two men to kill me?
And Zheng Zheng’s rush to kill me must be related to his future.
I’m sure he’s already told himself by phone:
“You have to kill Yi before today. She’ll find out you’re guilty of murder and then call the police to arrest you! I’m sorry.
Zheng Zheng’s plan would have been successful from the very beginning had it not been for me to jump into time and be resurrected repeatedly.
Because of the emergence of the River Li, his hand successfully extinguished my mouth without blood.
Unfortunately, I have a chance to start over.
The sharp blade was under my neck, slashed my skin, bleeding.
I’m breathing, I’m looking at the phone on the couch with the extra light, and there’s only now on the news page, and it looks like everything’s back to normal because I managed to escape the 20th murder.
It seems that after this killing, I will be completely dead and will not be “reborn”.
Zheng Zheng Zheng Zheng’s hands were not shaking, and I can’t even feel any change in his breath.
It must be easy for him to kill.
We let the tears flow, and our hearts die.
“I’m going to die, I’m going to die after so long. I’m sorry.
He held his finger tight, his knife swirled, he tried hard, and I opened:
“Wait, can you answer me one last question? I’m sorry.
Zheng Zheng wrinkled his head and raised his chin to say so.
“Li Yong Ha, who is it? I’m sorry.
He shook his head:
“I don’t know him. I’m sorry.
“Then why did he come to kill me? I’m sorry.
“How do I know?”
I took a deep breath and whispered:
“I guess the River Li was supposed to come to revenge. Perhaps his wife, daughter, or sister died under your knife, so he will give his tooth back, and we will save his loved ones.” I’m sorry.
“Well, maybe, but it’s useless. I’m sorry.
Zheng Zheng laughter and licking his lips
“It’s a shame that this guy’s gone to jail and his revenge failed. I’m sorry.
“No, no. I’m sorry.
I looked up and looked at him and said:
“He hasn’t failed yet, and I’ll finish his revenge next. I’m sorry.
Zheng Xheng looked at me:
“What the hell are you talking about?”
His hand was about to move, but his arm was soft and he fell.
The knife fell on the floor.
Zheng Zheng looked at me with his eyes open, blue and stunned, and tried to reach out to me, but couldn’t lift his arm, and fell on the floor a few steps back.
He’s got his hands clattering his throat, he’s breathing and coughing.
“What time are you? It’s the Coke! I’m sorry.
I looked at him with shock, and I didn’t talk.
Zheng Zheng’s face is twisted. He’s got his teeth on to a knife on the floor, he’s got his other hand on him.
“No way. Why? Why did you know I was gonna do it? I’m sorry.
I laughed:
‘Cause you killed me once before. I’m sorry.
Then I kicked the knife away.
Zheng Zheng showed a very incomprehensible look, and he struggled a few times with his eyes red, and eventually collapsed and passed out.
I don’t think he’ll ever understand that.
I watched it cold and sweaty for a while, and I hurried out the knife on the ground and called the alarm.
I had no idea that the drug had worked so slowly, and if Zheng Zheng had not been delayed by my questioning, I would have been a cold corpse at the moment.
Zheng Zheng was arrested and sentenced to death.
The serial killings in the city of Namjiang were solved, and the cloud over the city for days finally dispersed.
In the sun, I walked through the road with my best friend Wan’s hand.
She was talking about something, but I didn’t hear a word.
I’m thinking of something.
Although it’s over, there’s one thing I don’t get.
That’s the timeline for my fourth death. What happened?
Why was it the only thing that went out of line?
The River Li Yong, which was supposed to be hiding at home, did not appear, but instead killed Zheng Zheng in Yi and Xiaoquan, and the Zheng Zheng, who was supposed to go home from work, was there?
It must have been some of my actions, causing a change in course of events.
I suddenly thought of the possibility of pulling out my cell phone into the target area of “Ei and Little” and pulling my best friend into the net.
“What’s wrong with you?” I thought we were going to play the script! The scribbler is waiting for us! I’m sorry.
It’s not far. It’s a few blocks away.
I ran into the property building by the gate in the district and asked a staff member:
“Hello, is there a resident called Lee Yong Ha?” I’m sorry.
I didn’t know she had a dark face, looked at her colleagues and whispered:
“Are you a journalist?”
Seeing this reaction, I am more certain of my own.
Looking back at the beginning of the second resurrection, I sent Zheng a text message.
He did not enter the door after receiving it and survived.
This text message is an important variable that is different from before.
Zheng Zheng, whom I rescued, would certainly have informed himself by telephone that he was ready to be hunted down, and even suggested that he should do it first and kill Lee Yong Ha before his identity is revealed.
So in that cycle, Zheng Zheng, who received the information, did not go home, but found the house of Lee Yong Ha (which also caused Li Yong Ha not to break into my apartment as planned).
But Zheng Xheng didn’t expect to be killed by Li Yong Ha.
I noded my head and left the district.
“It should be true, though it is my guess, that no one in the world will ever know the truth about that night. I’m sorry.
As far as all the information is concerned, I am the only one who keeps memories of each cycle and Zheng and Lee Yong Ha will be “reset”.
They won’t remember what happened last time, and it’s a pity that I can’t imagine how Zheng and Lee Yong-ha, who keep their memories, planned it.
Look at me. Wing thought I didn’t want to play with her.
“You can’t stand me up! I’m telling you, you’re not disappointed by that good-looking thief who works hard! I’m sorry.
I smiled and said:
“I’m not interested. You’re the one who listens to handsome guys. I’m sorry.
She shakes my hand and laughs:
“Don’t say that. It’s a great play! I’m sorry.
She put her phone in front of me and showed me the profile from the store:
“Leave the Killer, the three-person player, with his skills to escape the hunt for serial killers, with the following main skills: four rebirths, ability to reach the past through the telephone, ability to read the future news…”
I read that my head is numb and my blood is coagulated:
“What the hell is this? Me, I don’t want to play!”
Then push away and run away! Record number: YXX10mbaykNHRxeNZv8hQQ9
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
