Forty-three-year-old Rosie Yomil lives in the northern suburbs of Blanc. He is divorced and has no children. He works at Aviva Electricity Company and has to work overtime until 8 p.m. every day before going home. He smokes and often drinks alcohol.
He goes to bed at 2 a.m. and usually sleeps less than 6 hours a day. Before going to bed, he must take sleeping pills, usually with a glass of red wine...
But such an ordinary and ordinary life suddenly ended one day.
2020, May 18. When Rosie Yomil was woken up by the alarm clock and struggled to get out of bed. The eternal nightmare that tormented him began when the first bird chirped out of the window.
Every day is a cycle, every day is repeated...
It took Rossi a long time to understand this fact. He was trapped on May 18, 2020. Everything in the world will begin to reset at zero o'clock. There is no new beginning for him. He will always live in the past, every day.
It's all a repetitive cycle.
Despair, anger, numbness, fear... none of these emotions. At first, Rossi was sluggish, then ecstatic.
Is it a new life, a great beginning, or a true gift from God?
He couldn't remember how many times he had cycled through it. Rosie only remembered that he slept with about 70 million girls and women of the right age and 30,000 beautiful young men.
Have tasted appetizers and desserts from 30 million restaurants around the world.
He killed 100 million people, using floods, fires, nuclear bombs, poison gas or cruder guns.
He saved 100 million people, using money, status, media, history or faster hands.
He knows everything, he knows everything that happens in the day, the movement of the celestial bodies or the changes in the world, theology, philosophy, the evolution of biology and nature flow through his body, he is omnipotent, whether it is triggering a meltdown
The financial crisis or crushing the crawling earthworms underfoot...
I have read all the existing books and newspapers in the world, and watched all the movies, records, reports, and every interview on the Internet.
He is the god of May 18, 2020. The world is an uncultivated and fertile backyard that can be played with at will. He can plant some, hoe some, or even uproot everything.
But it doesn't matter.
After waking up, all the destruction and harvest will be reset? It will be reset to the early morning of May 18, 2020, and everything will return to the beginning.
But those who play with time will eventually be fooled by time.
Despair, anger, numbness, fear... After countless cycles? Rosie finally got tired of it.
He recorded his own voice with a voice recorder, but there was nothing in it the next day; he tried to ask for help? To friends, parents, priests, or to the gods carved from wood in the church, but in the end he was either regarded as a madman or was forcibly imprisoned in a prison.
Police station; he studies science? But the limitations and instincts of his brain trap him; he seeks salvation from knowledge? But no theory can relieve his predicament.
Hanging, drowning, self-immolation, cutting his throat, jumping off a building, taking poison... Rossi tried suicide hundreds of millions of times, but every morning, he would be reset on that small, broken bed filled with the smell of alcohol.
Sober, healthy, and desperate.
There is a crow calling at the window. In one minute and three seconds, another crow will fly over.
The neighbor's Mr. and Mrs. Smith are having sex in the bathroom, and the old daughter's moans will last for one minute and twenty-four seconds. After one minute and twenty-four seconds, they will start to argue and get angry, and the bathroom faucet is not turned off? There is dripping water.
The sound will ring for an hour and then be interrupted by louder slaps.
Two kids? A late high school student would be riding his mountain bike home. He had a bad day? His backpack would be snatched away by a homeless man. One minute later? His old alcoholic father would beat him hard with a baseball bat.
Three hours? The truck is coming? The music is a popular Western tune, "just you konw."
Two and a half hours later, it was dawn.
…
During this day, Rossi did nothing.
He just lay on the bed, desperately listening to these things happening, everything was so orderly.
Rossi is not a god, he was just forgotten by time accidentally.
He was left forever on May 18, 2020. The torrent of time swallowed him up and left him in the past history forever.
During this day, Rossi did nothing.
He washed up, got up, put on his old ironed suit, and drove to work at Aviva Electric Power Company just like in his distant memory.
The memories in his mind were getting longer and longer, and Rossi didn't know why he came to Aviva Electric Power Company. Maybe he missed his past life, or maybe he just wanted to disguise himself as a normal person...
It took him a long time to remember the location of his office. In the corridor, he met his colleague Maddie and three children. They all looked at him with strange eyes, as if they were looking at a mentally disturbed old drunkard running away in panic.
After entering the office, he raised his head and the scene before him finally defeated his reason and caused him to collapse.
The electronic clock on the wall displays the time, and the fluorescent 2020.5.18 is looming, like a cold and ruthless mockery.
There is no before and there will be no after.
What he has is a life that cannot move forward or backward. He is a prisoner, and time has become a prison that he cannot break away from.
In the office, Rossi was desperately insulting everything and ridiculing that everything in this world was false. In the horrified eyes of his colleagues, he was once again forcibly detained and sent into a police car.
Outside of this loud noise, in the corner of the office, a man wearing blue overalls and rubber shoes, who looked like an elevator repairman, turned his head. After Rossi was put into the police car, he also hurriedly left here in silence.
His fingers have thick joints, and an iron ring in the shape of a thorn flower is firmly clasped on his ring finger. The man wears a golden earring on his left ear. With every imperceptible opening and closing of his vocal cords, complex messages are transmitted through the earring, leading to
Another place.
"Investigator Rayleigh Mausolas reports. Investigator Rayleigh Mausolas reports. Please respond when you receive it. Please respond when you receive it."
The man walked into the elevator and pressed the floor button. He was surrounded by men and women who were working. In the silence, no one could hear his voice.
"Copy that." A hoarse female voice came from the earrings, as rough as sandpaper polishing steel: "Rayleigh, tell me."
"Ma'am, I found it..."
The elevator stopped on the thirteenth floor, and Reilly followed the people out. He walked through the lobby and finally stopped on a corridor.
There are no electric lights here. In the faint light leaking from the skylight, the earrings continuously transmit telecommunications, decoding the jumping electrons into images, and then converting them into text, for final proofreading with the data in the control desk.
"Are you sure it's it?" the woman on the other end of the earring said hoarsely.
"Sure……"
Rayleigh, who was about to speak, was suddenly stunned. He frowned and raised his head. The corridor above was dark and empty.
He carefully searched around with a gun, and after finding nothing, he breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the sound of the wheels just rolling might just be an auditory hallucination caused by his excessive nervousness.
