Xu Wang pulled the savior into the office, slammed the door, and pointed out the window: "You can see it too?!"
Wu Sheng showed the owl icon on his arm: "I still have this."
"Me too!" Xu Wang wanted to cry with his arms in his arms, the kind of joyful weeping when he meets his compatriots in a foreign country.
"Don't get excited," Wu Sheng patted him on the shoulder, "Tell me about the situation."
Xu Wang talked about his experience in one go, but the timeline was too messy, and it was hard for him not to get excited, so he was incoherent, and he couldn't listen to it himself, as if it was clearly sorted into categories and neatly coded. veggies, let yourself make a rock salad.
The savior heard from the beginning to the end without saying a word. Xu Wang guessed that he did not know where to ask questions, and was embarrassed to interrupt him.
"Well, give me a minute to stroke it," Xu Wang shook his head, trying to calm himself down, "I'll tell you again..."
"Is there any omission?" Wu Sheng asked.
"Ah, it should be gone..." Xu Wang was a little embarrassed, "It's just that I'm too messy, I'm afraid of you..."
"It's not messed up, it's very clear." Wu Sheng's eyes were clear, "You lost your memory and experienced two time resets, once you were killed, and once you pulled the door and called the police, but there was no actual danger. Twice It all happened at 12:04, the number outside the window was reduced from 13 to 11, the strange owl figure appeared on the arm, and the 'live past 4:44 pm' message."
"How did you sum it up..." Xu Wang looked at his savior now, like a scumbag looking at a great god.
Wu Sheng likes the recognition and admiration in the eyes of the other party, and until now with amnesia, he showed a real smile for the first time: "Because I am just like you, I also lost my memory, I also experienced two time resets, and I can see it too. The number and arm information outside the window, the only difference is that I have not died, both times are the same as yours the second time, and it resets in a flash."
Fighting alone suddenly became hand in hand, and the savior made people feel very safe. Xu Wang's panic was slowly replaced by a huge question: "Why is this happening? Is this some kind of mutation?"
"I don't know yet." Wu Sheng glanced down at his watch. It was 12:09. "It is known that 12:04 is a key node. We have successfully passed it. Let's see what happens next."
"Next?" Xu Wang's heart tightened, "You mean there will be dangers in the future?"
"Of course," Wu Sheng said, "if the journey is safe, 'live past 4:44 pm' has no reason to be an exam question."
"Exam questions?" The savior's thoughts were too difficult to keep up with.
"Oh, this is just a metaphor of mine." Wu Sheng opened the owl on his arm and said, "Look, there are roster, stationery box, cheat sheet, transcript, four items, among which roster, transcript They are all blank, there is only one sentence in the cheat sheet, 'Live past 4:44 pm', and there are many things in the stationery box, prefixed with 'defense', 'wu', and 'magic', do they look like props for playing games?"
"It's a bit..." Xu Wang didn't expect that there were so many doorways in the owl. He only read that sentence, and didn't point elsewhere at all, and every time just after four minutes, the clerk's crazy boyfriend came, and he didn't have time to think about it. More.
"I haven't clicked yet, so I don't know what effect they can have, but there are rosters, stationery boxes, and transcripts. In my opinion, this is an exam," Wu Sheng continued, "The cheat sheet should have written the answer. , but put it here, it should be closer to some kind of hint."
Xu Wang remembered the first few crisp "dings", which were indeed very similar to the prompt sound of a mobile phone.
Wu Sheng restrained his smile and turned serious: "I guess, for some inexplicable reason, the two of us were chosen to take this exam, and the question is 'live past 4:44 pm'..."
"During this period, the mysterious force behind this exam will set up various obstacles for us. Once we fail, the time will be reset. The number outside the window is the number of times we can fail, that is to say, you and I share 13 chances... "
"Once the numbers go to zero, no one knows what we'll be up against, but if possible I'd love to win the challenge and slap the test organizers with a hundred points..."
Breathing lightly, he looked into Xu Wang's eyes seriously: "The next part is the most important part, we must find out the triggering conditions for the time reset. The first time is your death, what is the second time?"
Xu Wang also looked at him seriously, without speaking, he just watched.
Wu Sheng was stunned for a while, and he had some aftertaste: "Did I say too much in one go, it's actually not that complicated..."
"Brother," Xu Wang grabbed the savior's hand and held it tightly with both hands, "Tell me the truth, are you lying to me? Actually, you don't have amnesia, you know everything..."
Time 12:17. Trance, caught off guard.
"Tuk Tuk."
Xu Wang recovered from the knock on the door, and the warmth of his savior still seemed to remain in his palms.
Time 12:00
The number outside the window changed to "10".
Half a minute later, the female clerk put down the coffee for the fourth time.
A minute and a half later, Wu Sheng rushed into the office, panting: "No, there are other people taking this exam!"
…
15th Floor, XX Pet Grooming Center.
"Wang Wang! Wang Wang-"
"Lin Lin, why does it keep calling..." He didn't know what was wrong with him, and he had to rely on the name tag on his chest to remember the names of himself and his colleagues next to him.
It is not appropriate to say "remember", his head is still blank, he just temporarily remembered the two names he saw.
Kuang Jinxin was written on his nameplate.
The girl next to him who helped him soothe the dog was named Lin Lin, who looked two years younger than him.
The one who is enjoying the service is a golden retriever, which should be docile, but it screams fiercely. Lin Lin keeps comforting it, but it is still restless.
"I'm pregnant, I'm the most sensitive when I want to be Mama." Lin Lin stroked the golden retriever's head and comforted her very gently.
Kuang Jinxin put down the pet comb: "Well, it's almost there."
Lin Lin was stunned for a moment, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "You only combed twice."
"Ah?" Kuang Jinxin tilted his head blankly, "But I think it's been a long time."
The golden retriever suddenly jumped off the beauty table and ran out.
An employee happened to pass by, stopped the dog, and coaxed the dog for a long time, before coaxing the dog to the point that he was willing to let him carry it back.
Kuang Jinxin looked at the golden retriever lying on the beauty table again, and was at a loss for a while.
If he remembers correctly, the dog has run out three times, and every time the employee just happened to pass by, which is so strange.
"Why are you in a daze." Lin Lin took his pet comb and got busy.
Kuang Jinxin looked around the beauty room, there were walls on all sides, no windows, only one glass door, and the company LOGO was pasted tightly.
It is estimated that the room is a bit stuffy, Kuang Jinxin thought, that's why the inexplicable illusion came about.
…
16th floor, XX brand design studio.
Mannequins can be seen everywhere, all kinds of fabrics are messy, designers are busy running, the ceiling light seems to be broken, and the property manager is sitting on the ladder to repair. In short, it is a hot work scene.
A beautiful man is sitting in a corner. Although it is an open office area, it can be seen that the space around him is relatively larger and more independent.
He was not busy, but turned the chair halfway around and looked out the window. Although he frowned, his attitude was leisurely, in stark contrast to the full room of employees fighting hard.
"Director Chi, this is the theme of the next season, please take a look." The staff sent it to plan.
The man in deep thought, without looking back, was still stuck in his own aesthetic system: "Which company's countdown advertisement is this?"
"Huh?" The employee wondered why.
"It's so ugly." The man didn't need the employee to answer, so he gave a sincere evaluation.
The employees followed the leader to look out the window, the blue sky and white clouds, how could there be any advertisements.
Chi Yingxue stopped looking at the big and ugly red "11", turned back to the chair, and focused on the planning case.
This is the third time he has received the same plan.
It was indeed a dream.
Only in a dream can he have a blank memory and what his employees have done over and over again.
And the extra tattoos on the arms.
No matter the design or color matching, it is too far from "beauty". The only advantage is that it can be opened, which is quite rare.
But since it was a dream, there was no need to restrain himself - the barking of the dog downstairs gave him a headache.
When the employee sent the plan for the second time, he asked about it. Downstairs is a pet grooming center.
"What kind of pet grooming in the building..." He muttered to his feet and walked straight out. Wanting to get a good night's sleep and have a peaceful dream is not a high requirement and should be fulfilled.
The employee was left aside, recalling the "I'm going to find fault" on the leader's face just now, but didn't dare to call the departing back.
The messy office area made Chi Yingxue walk around in circles from the work station to the door, and was almost hit in the head by the pliers that fell from the maintenance worker's ladder. Fortunately, he flashed by him.
He only went down one floor, he didn't bother to wait for the elevator, and went straight up the stairs.
On the stairs, I saw a group of security guards grabbing a man down. I guess they didn't take the elevator for fear of bad influence.
He was in no hurry, civilization gave way.
When the man passed by him, he suddenly broke free from the security guard like a madman and wanted to strangle him.
He also didn't know whether the other party was desperately ill and went to the hospital, or if he was really confident that he could hold him with his bare hands. Anyway, he didn't give the other party a chance. The police are here.
In fact, he kept his strength. If he really kicked, the other party would have to roll down the stairs.
After all the trouble, he went downstairs, and he was no longer angry, but he knew that the dog's barking was more fierce, and it was more real to hear him, and his headache came back again.
Ignoring the front desk's obstruction, he slammed into the beauty room, and as soon as the door opened, he saw two people and a dog.
Kuang Jinxin and Lin Lin were also stunned.
However, the golden retriever suddenly jumped down, Pu Chi Yingxue didn't leave on his legs, stuck out his tongue and wagged his tail, and even screamed with joy.
Chi Yingxue was inexplicable.
Kuang Jinxin smiled and said, "It likes you."
Chi Yingxue always felt that the voice was very kind, but the brain in the dream was really useless. He looked at each other seriously, forgot why he came, and said, "Have we met before?"
His gaze was fixed on Kuang Jinxin's face, which was so obvious that Lin Lin, who was next to him, forgot to even be wrong, and burst out laughing.
Kuang Jinxin was a little confused at first, then scratched his head and asked with a little uncertainty, "Brother, are you talking to me?"
Before Chi Yingxue could answer, he attacked both of them in a trance.
…
Top floor, 12:00.
"Mr. Qian! You can make more money if you don't have money, but if you don't have people, you really don't—"
Qian Ai's vision gradually became clear amid the loud shouts. He stepped on the edge of the top floor, and behind him was an abyss. In front of him was a man dressed as a security guard. The other party didn't seem to dare to get too close. shouting.
"Mr. Qian! Think about how painful it is to fall! The powder will be crushed, and people will become meat patties-"
meat pie? Xianghe... Meatloaf
What time is it, I still want to eat!
He despised himself inwardly.
But he soon realized that something was wrong. He remembered Xianghe Meatloaf, Sichuan Chuanchuan, Northeast Stew, Peking Duck, and so on, but he couldn't remember who he was or why he was standing here.
"Mr. Money—"
"The nickname is mourning!" He couldn't bear it anymore. The wind on the top floor was strong, and he would easily slip when he was yelled like this.
"Who am I?" he asked desperately.
"Mr. Money!"
"full name!"
"Ding-"
"Qian Ai, grass head Ai."
"Who am I?"
"The boss of the trading company is working on our tenth floor!"
"Ding-"
"Can you turn off your broken phone first!"
"This is not the ringtone of my cell phone..." The security guard was about to cry. In order to persuade the suicidal boss to come down, he really took great pains.
He hoped that Mr. Qian would really lose his memory, at least not commit suicide again!
"Mr. Qian, think about your family, think about your wife, think about your children, stay in the green mountains, don't be afraid of running out of firewood..."
"Wife? Children?" Qian Ai was at a loss, "Do I have one?"
"..." The security guard said it casually, how could he know about this kind of housework.
The air was suddenly quiet, and an anxious voice came from the security's walkie-talkie: "Come to the third floor, come to the third floor, someone is making trouble!"
Qian Ai sighed and decided to get down from such a dangerous place first. No matter what the security said is true or false, he doesn't want to die at all now. Even if he is really bankrupt, he will get up from where he falls.
Just as the security guard held down the walkie-talkie and wanted to report the situation on his side, he suddenly caught sight of Qian Ai raising one leg out of the corner of his eye.
His breath stagnated, and he rushed over without hesitation!
Qian Ai's eyes widened as he watched in panic as the security guard rushed towards him. The moment the security guard hugged his leg, he suddenly felt a trance...
"Mr. Qian! You can make more money if you don't have money, but if you don't have people, you really don't—"
Qian Ai stood on the edge of the perimeter, swaying slightly, with a subtle sense of unreality.
Does he seem to have heard this
"Mr. Qian! Think about how painful it is to fall! The powder will be crushed, and people will become meat patties-"
He has heard this too...
"Mr. Qian, think about your family, think about your wife, think about your children, stay in the green mountains, don't be afraid of running out of firewood..."
There is a problem, there is definitely a problem, either he is crazy, or the security guard is crazy.
Behind the security guard is the door to the downstairs, with a red reflection on the glass of the door.
He turned around unexpectedly, in mid-air, a blood-red "12".
"Come to the third floor, come to the third floor, someone is making trouble!"
The voice of the walkie-talkie drew back Qian Ai's attention.
A few fragments flashed through his mind, the walkie-talkie, the third floor, the security guard, rushing over... rushing over
Qian Ai was hit by the memory fragment, and was so shocked that he was a little unsteady, and the sudden strong wind made him shake even more.
"Mr. Qian!" The security guard turned pale in shock and rushed over!
"… "Again? !
The moment the legs were hugged, the dizziness did not come as expected. Qian Ai was startled for a moment, but in the next second, he leaned back and fell off the roof.
The security guard jumped too hard, hugged his leg, but knocked down the person. He couldn't wait to tighten his arm, and the person had already gone out.
In fact, even if he tightened his grip, he couldn't keep a big man.
Dizziness, trance, 12:00.
"Mr. Qian! You can make more money if you don't have money, but if you don't have people, you really don't—"
"Shut up! Shut up! You are not allowed to move!" Qian Ai's momentum was like a rainbow of three strikes, and like a Flash, he went up and down from the outer edge, and ran to the center of the roof in one breath.
In the air outside the building, the bloody "12" turned into "11".
"Mr. Qian, have you figured it out?!" The security guard was so surprised that his voice changed.
"Bullshit!" Qian Ai wiped his forehead, regardless of whether there was a cold sweat there, "If you don't want to figure it out, I'll let you down again!"
"Huh?" The security guard looked naive and confused.
Qian Ai wants to give him a stick.
The wind blowing through the top floor made President Qian calm down a little: "It's time for your walkie-talkie to ring."
The security didn't understand, but after a few seconds, the walkie-talkie really rang: "Come to the third floor, come to the third floor, someone is making trouble!"
The security guard gave him a miraculous look and responded, "Okay, here we go."
Arriving at the door, seeing that Qian Ai did not move, he asked, "Mr. Qian, come down together?"
Qian Ai shook his head: "Go on with your business."
The worry in the security's eyes returned.
Qian Ai rolled his eyes: "Don't worry, I'll just blow my hair and smoke. If I wanted to die, I jumped just now."
The security thought so too, and the intercom was urgent again, and after a few words, he left.
Qian Ai squatted on the top floor seriously, smoked two cigarettes, and then—thought nothing.
This situation is too weird, completely unscientific, and even more clueless.
Take out the phone and look at it, 12:15.
With a sigh, he got up and went back to the building. The man said that he was working on the 10th floor. Maybe when he returned to the company, he could remember something.
When the 22nd floor of the building reached the top, he stood in front of the elevator door on the top floor and waited for a while before the elevator arrived.
At 12:17, the elevator slowly opened on the 10th floor.
Qian Ai went out, and as soon as she saw the words "Commercial and Trading Company", she felt a pain in the back of her head, and her eyes were instantly dark.
At the last moment before losing consciousness, Qian Ai used his physical intuition to determine that it was a brick.