Although three years have passed, because it was the first time to "kill someone", the memory is very deep and I have not forgotten it even now. At this time, when I recall it, it is still vivid in my mind:
Rainy night.
He sat up with a headache, and then realized that he was lying in a ditch, with a bottomless cliff behind him.
I struggled to climb up, and the mountain road spiraled and spread, extending to unknown places. There was a car parked on the side, and the hillside on the other side was full of tombstones and tombs. It looked extremely eerie and terrifying in the dark night.
"Where is this? Where am I?"
There was no one in the car, only the low roar of the engine.
"My car?"
He quickly found the driver's license and the driver's license. When he saw the name on it, Yang Yi breathed a sigh of relief.
Get in the car and drive forward.
There were no other vehicles or street lights on the road, just the sound of heavy rain hitting the car windows and rubbing against the tires and the road.
Just as he was thinking about why he was here, an anxious shout rang out, and then a young man stood on the roadside and kept waving to him.
In the heavy rain, I couldn't hear what was being said, and I couldn't see my specific appearance. I could only see that I was wearing a thick raincoat, and behind me was the dense darkness, like a shadow, so thick that it wanted to engulf people.
On the empty road, someone waved... to stop or not to stop?
After pondering for a moment, Yang Yi gritted his teeth and moved on.
It's not that you don't want to save someone, but in this case, no one can guarantee whether the other person is a good person.
Cars drive by.
Nothing weird happened.
Turning around quietly, no one appeared in the back seat.
It's still just him.
He breathed a sigh of relief, and after walking a short distance, the sound of shouting came again.
On the side of the road, another young man appeared, exactly the same as the one he saw before, as if the previous scene appeared again.
His scalp was numb and Yang Yi's whole body was tense.
He was sure that he had not turned around just now. According to the navigation prompts, he had driven at least ten kilometers...
Teleport?
How is this possible!
He stepped on the accelerator and rushed over again.
I didn't dare to stop last time, but I can't stop this time, otherwise, no one knows what will happen.
The shout rang out again, and another figure appeared, still wearing a raincoat, standing on the roadside.
Panicked in his heart, Yang Yi continued to step on the accelerator.
There are three identical figures in a row. If you say it's nothing, I won't believe it.
Seeing that he was accelerating, the figure seemed to be anxious, and suddenly jumped forward, blocking the road, intending to force it to stop.
Yang Yi's face changed, and he braked quickly. The slippery ground made a sharp friction sound, and the car slid forward, but... it was already too late.
Bang!
There was a loud noise, and the figure was knocked out more than ten meters and fell into the ditch.
Face pale, Yang Yi sat in the car and trembled.
"As long as you can save someone's life, it's not considered murder..."
He gritted his teeth, put on his raincoat, opened the door and got out of the car.
It was dark night, I couldn't see anything, and the roadside was full of mud. When I arrived, my feet melted and I immediately fell down. Then my vision went dark and I lost consciousness.
I don't know how long it took, but Yang Yi woke up and realized that he had landed on a rocky protrusion about three meters above the ground. If it hadn't been for this thing, he might have fallen into the cliff and died completely.
He breathed a sigh of relief, secretly thanked himself, rubbed his injured head and limbs, and climbed up slowly.
The asphalt road was washed smooth and clean by the rain. Not to mention cars, there was no one around.
Could it be that... the guy who was hit didn't die, woke up, and drove his car away?
hateful!
Angry and constantly insulting
There was no car, no one, and he was seriously injured... The surrounding tombs were silent in the night, as if they would turn into human figures and pounce on him at any time.
While I was panicking, a bright light came and a car was driving this way.
Knowing that waiting here all night would be unbearable, Yang Yi hurriedly stretched out his hand to stop the other party's vehicle.
As a result, the other party made a "whoop!" sound and drove past without any intention of stopping.
His face was ugly. After waiting for a while, another car came speeding up.
However, the people in the car were also unsympathetic.
"You must stop a car, otherwise you will die here..."
Yang Yi was full of despair.
In the current situation, once the injury worsens and the cold is added to it, he will definitely die without a car.
He gritted his teeth and came to the roadside. Sure enough, another vehicle was speeding towards him. Without hesitation, he blocked the road in the middle of the road.
I thought the other party would slow down, but it was already too late.
Bang!
The body flew up, and then he saw clearly inside the cab, and a slightly panicked face appeared.
Exactly the same as myself!
It's like looking into a mirror.
It turns out... I am the one driving the car, and I am still the one blocking the car.
…
This is his first nightmare.
It was the same time loop, and he was the only one who finally broke the cycle and killed himself in a raincoat on the roadside... and escaped from the dream.
Although I won, I didn't feel the joy of victory. After I woke up, I vomited everything I ate and didn't dare to close my eyes for two whole days.
Since then, I have learned how precious life is, and have a good habit of summarizing it at any time. Even if there is a little danger, I must take precautions in advance.
These memories disappeared in a flash, and Yang Yi looked in the mirror again.
There was no change at all from three years ago. He was wearing a raincoat, and his back was as dark as ink. From time to time, a few dilapidated tombstones could be seen. The boy's eyes were still filled with the despair of asking for help but not being able to.
"This mirror was invisible before. It absorbed Zhang Zhen's mirror image and opened it successfully..."
After experiencing so many things, I am no longer as scared as before. I carefully consider all clues and possibilities to find the most suitable and correct way.
After a moment, I made a decision and got closer step by step.
If you can kill the opponent once, you can kill him a second time.
The police uniform appeared on the surface of the body. In the blink of an eye, nearly half of the body entered the mirror and came into contact with myself in the raincoat.
As if a powerful chemical reaction had occurred, there was a "boom!" and the head exploded instantly.
The next moment, as if he had gained an extra consciousness, he raised his head again, and his reflection in the mirror also looked at him, giving him a sense of absurdity as if he was looking at himself.
Yang Yi was stunned.
He can clearly feel that he is himself, can control, and can think!
Doppelgänger? No!
It seems that there is just one more consciousness that is locked in the mirror and cannot come out.
And he can contact him at any time for his own use.
It's like the so-called dual-core in the chip, and it's like the dual-SIM dual-standby in the mobile phone.
It's just that this man in the raincoat, unlike his self-awareness that can maintain a clear mind at all times, constantly feels a sense of despair, as if there is no hope for life.
It is indeed quite despairing.
My car was stolen, I was seriously injured, and I waited for a long time beside the tomb on a rainy night. Not a single passing car stopped... It would be hard for anyone to think about it!
"I thought that after killing me, I would disappear, but I didn't expect that I would be sealed in these lenses..."
1080 nightmares, 1080 lenses, is there a killed "self" sealed in each lens?
wrong!
While he was sighing, an idea suddenly came to mind, and Yang Yi felt cold all over.
"Could it be that this is not me, but an emotion? In other words, what has been killed in the past three years is not myself, but my different personalities?"