"Conscience of heaven and earth, don't put all the shit on my head." Zhang Ke said, "I have been by your side just now, how can I suddenly put such a scar on your leg? After all, you have never done it before.
Clear, are there any scars here?"
"I go to the gym three or four days a week to exercise. If there are scars, I would have noticed them when I stretched my muscles... The last time I went to the gym was yesterday, and there were no such crooked scars at all."
"Yesterday...that's right." Zhang Ke murmured to himself - obviously, there have been countless repetitions between the "yesterday" in Han Gang's memory and the real "now"
It’s “today”.
Since he hasn't been to the gym today, it's no wonder he doesn't know about the scar on his leg. This also shows that this twisted and conspicuous scar never existed before. It only appeared in this cycle of reincarnation.
retained.
"Han Gang - do you still remember? That night, we were imprisoned together by Sister Lan in the basement of her house. At that time, you had a deep wound on your right leg. Although I tried my best to help you stop the bleeding,
There is really no way to sew it up on the spot.”
Zhang Ke suddenly lowered his tone and said in a very calm tone to the person who was holding his calf.
"Ah... what kind of mess are you talking about? Sister Lan's basement? You and me? Or are you being imprisoned? What are you talking about..." Han Gang's reply was of course what Zhang Ke expected.
I didn't expect the other party to remember it from the beginning.
"If I told you that this day has actually been repeated countless times, would you believe it?" Zhang Ke walked to Han Gang, gave him a brief summary of his experience this time, and told him that his legs
The origin of this scar.
Han Gang looked completely unbelievable at first. He even thought that Zhang Ke was making up stories to deceive him and treating him like a child. Until Zhang Ke revealed that Han Gang still owed Sister Lan rent, his
His expression suddenly changed.
"You - how do you know this? This is obviously a trade secret, could it be... Sister Lan told you?" There were beads of sweat on Han Gang's forehead. Based on his rational deduction, the only way Zhang Ke could
The only way to know about this matter is from the mouth of the person involved.
"But don't forget, Sister Lan acted like she didn't know me at all on the phone before." Zhang Ke asked, "Would you tell an extremely important secret to someone who doesn't even know his name?
?”
"Then... that means you and Sister Lan have actually colluded for a long time, colluding in private... colluding..." Han Gang said "collusion" several times without saying anything. After all, in his eyes, Zhang Ke and Zhang Ke
Sister Lan is from two different worlds. It's strange that they would intersect, let alone work together to gain something of their own.
"What can explain all this is the fact that I just told you. I have seen Sister Lan asking you for rent in a certain reincarnation, so I have such a memory. And the two of us are also in a certain reincarnation.
You were imprisoned in a dark room in her basement, and your right leg was dripping with blood, which is why you left such a shocking scar." Zhang Ke reiterated.
"No, that's not right... No matter how you say it, time will loop or something, it's still too bluffing, it's just nonsense!"
"It doesn't matter if it's nonsense or not. The day is coming to an end anyway. However, if you really don't believe it, you might as well cooperate with me to conduct an experiment." Zhang Ke said.
"Experiment? What do you want to do?" Han Gang raised his eyebrows.
"My idea is that in this reincarnation, I will leave some special marks on you. In the next reincarnation, if I can continue to find similar traces on you, it is almost certain that everyone's body is constantly changing.
In the reincarnation of time, it is not simply reset, but will leave traces, or to be more precise, only memories and surrounding things circulate, but our bodies are more like walking in a linear forward time.
On the axis." Zhang Ke explained:
"Secondly, if this matter is confirmed, it will be easier for me to convince you in the next reincarnation to believe my ridiculous words now. After all, I really can't produce any more evidence that can make you believe this matter.
"
"...But, what if you just want to plot against me like this?" Han Gang was still a little hesitant.
"The first condition for me to be able to calculate against you is that the time and space reincarnation I mentioned is real. If this premise is false, you can come directly to me to settle the account after you get up tomorrow." Zhang Ke said:
"On the other hand, if this thing is true, then you have no memory in the time and space cycle and are completely unaware of it. Besides relying on me to help you uncover the truth, what better way can you do?"
"Use this pen -" Han Gang thought for a while, took out a very beautiful, classically gorgeous and exquisite pen from his pocket, and put it in Zhang Ke's hand, "Write something on the back of my neck.
, the color of this ink is unique, and it is difficult to fade. If what you say is true, then since the scar cannot be completely faded in reincarnation, this mark should also remain."
Since the other party said this, Zhang Ke was more respectful than obeying the order. He opened the pen cap and smelled a refreshing aroma. It was an extremely fresh and elegant ink aroma that he had never smelled before.
And the handwriting that rolled out of this pen was as reliable as Han Gang said. Even if it was written on the back of the neck that is prone to sweating, it would not be blurred because of the sweat. In addition, the handwriting itself has a kind of
It looks like blue but not purple, with a faint and unique luster of cyan light, which is very iconic and characteristic.
"I have always kept this pen carefully and will not give it to others to use easily, because the ink in it has been discontinued in the world, and almost every drop is used. This ink has a unique color and is almost impossible to copy, so when the time comes
If I saw this line of writing on the back of my neck with your help, I'm afraid I would believe what you said." Han Gang said.
"Okay..." Zhang Kezheng was thinking about how to shorten the text as much as possible, but when the general theme was clear, he suddenly saw Han Gang tilting his head, and his whole body went limp without warning.
"Hey, what's wrong with you?" Zhang Ke was slightly startled, but then he felt that his limbs began to tremble, and the tip of the pen that had been stably resting on the back of Han Gang's neck became subtle, fuzzy and unpredictable.
After a while, the muscles of the body began to become weak, the load of breathing seemed to be increased several times, and even holding the eyelids felt like torture.
"No, this feeling is-"
This feeling is not unfamiliar, even slightly familiar. Zhang Ke is very sure that this is not the first time he has experienced it.