Ignoring him, Wang Yao ran downstairs urgently, wanting to ask for a certificate.

A rental car parked at the door and the driver was eating oranges.

So far, everything happened exactly the same as yesterday's scene

Wang Yao has dry mouth.

What the hell is going on...

He got into the car as if he had lost his soul. Before the driver could speak, Wang Yao grabbed the chair and walked up and said hurriedly: "Are you going south?"

The driver was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Yes, I've been working all night, I'll take a job to go home. Where are you going, little brother?"

...

Following the road to the suburbs, the tall buildings were gradually replaced by low houses and farmland, and finally covered by woods.

Wang Yao was in a mess. Is this a prank made by someone or it is real?

Having experienced the same day twice? How could this be...

The problems that happened once again refreshed Wang Yao's three views. Everything suddenly appeared within this month. The vegetative state woke up and inexplicably entered the movie every month. He was injected with T virus and became a special ability person like Alice. He was brought into a huge secret institution to contain all supernatural objects.

Wang Yao clenched his fists and became pale because he used too much force. Which of these are true, which are false? Or are they true, or are they all false.

Actually, I'm crazy. These are all my imaginations in my mind?

Actually, I am dead. This is just the world created by the remaining thoughts a second before I die?

"arrive."

Wang Yao was shocked, his eyes returned to focal length, and was recalled to his senses, and found that he had arrived.

"Is it 80 yuan?" Wang Yao said.

"Ah? Yes, that's right." The driver looked back in surprise, looked at the pricing table again, and confirmed in a strange tone.

I got out of the car, rented it back, and returned the same way. A breeze blew across the birch forest, making a rustling sound. My hair was a little messy by the wind, and my shirt and hem swung slightly.

Yes, these are all true. They are already here, and I was not qualified to know about them before.

The small shop is a very simple wooden bungalow that does not occupy a large area. At least it seems to be much larger than a public toilet on the outside. The wooden boards are of different ages, and it is obviously renovated many times. But even so, the air leaks everywhere from the outside. The faded plaque with almost no sign is hung on the door.

Scream-

The shabby wooden door made a tingling sound. Wang Yao pushed the door and walked in and looked at the front desk as soon as possible.

A bald middle-aged man sat behind the front desk, just like yesterday, wearing a yellowed white vest and beach shorts. He put his left foot on his right foot and crossed his legs, sitting there leisurely reading the newspaper.

"Hello." Wang Yao waved his hand and greeted him with a dry smile.

If the bald man hadn't heard of it, he opened the newspaper and looked at the next page.

Wang Yao put down his hand awkwardly, stood there for a moment, and leaned forward and took a look.

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It's really an ordinary newspaper. I thought it was the List of Gods... Wang Yao murmured in a low voice, no longer wasting time on the bald man, walked to the innermost and turned to the narrow and dim corridor.

With the experience of "yesterday", Wang Yao would not look around like a headless fly. He was quite familiar with the road and was struggling on an inconspicuous wooden board on the left wall. A subtle mechanical sound made Wang Yao stand suddenly sink. The wooden board above his head quickly filled the vacant. It seemed that the scene just now had not happened.

The chandeliers on the ceiling flashed a few times and became even more dim.

At the front desk, the bald man turned slightly toward Wang Yao, then shook his head on his own, put down the newspaper, picked up another Beijing News and read it.

When he arrived at the second floor, he was slightly lost in the passage extending like a spider web, and he quickly found the external office where Zhang Qing was.

The huge screen divided into countless small pictures still shows the picture, with several flashing snowflakes and black screens. In front of the giant screen is a fan-shaped office area.

"As early. The giant screen is responsible for monitoring suspicious ofTum objects in the C7 area. Snowflakes and black screens are vacant and some pictures that are not suitable for playback, you know." Zhang Qing walked to Wang Yao and explained on the railing of the second-floor platform.

Of course, Wang Yao has heard these words once. At the normal rhythm, he would ask in surprise: "How do you know I'm here?" Then Zhang Qing would apologize and say, "Every member's watch has two sets of positioning systems, sorry... I didn't tell you in advance."

Of course, Wang Yao had known these words for a long time, so he would not ask again.

"Zhang Qing, I want to ask a question. Among the currently known oftums, is there any of them that make people always repeat the same day's... "

"Um..." Zhang Qing pondered for a moment, shook her head and said, "No."

"Really not?" Wang Yao said anxiously. "I still can't remember it."

"Of the 737 oftums contained in the organization, there are no individuals with such attributes. Why do you ask this? Have you found anything?"

"I..." Wang Yao kept silent as soon as he said it. He thought, if he could experience it again for a day, would he enter oftum236 in a month?

"What?" Zhang Qing turned her head and looked at him in confusion.

The light from the giant screen shone on Wang Yao's face with a solemn expression, making him look gloomy and sunny.

He didn't know whether he should tell her about this, not because he was worried about not being trusted. But after telling her, he was resolved. He once again returned to the day of racing against death?

Zhang Qing stared at Wang Yao, as if she could see Wang Yao’s inner struggle, and said softly: “If there is anything, tell us and we will solve it for you.”

"...Hmm." Wang Yaoqiang smiled: "What do we need to do today?"

"If you go to the laboratory, you should come and grab people if you don't go to those researchers."

...

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The morning sun shone on the bed from outside the window. Wang Yao's closed eyes suddenly broke away.

2013/6/22

8:00AM

How could he fall asleep if he was going to stay up late? Confusion flashed in Wang Yao's eyes, and he turned over and jumped out of bed and turned on the TV.

[What you are watching is the morning news.]

[Look at the details of this period together. Our reporter from Qing...]

"Success!"

Turning off the TV and unable to suppress the excitement in his heart, Wang Yao shouted excitedly.

In this way, does it mean that I will not enter the movie again?

Although Wang Yao didn't understand what caused him to go through the same day, it was no longer important for him.

Oftum236 is like a huge rock, pressing him down to breathe. He lay on the ground and panting. Even becoming a T virus carrier would give him a chance to breathe.

Entering the movie, it sounds beautiful. But when you watch yourself as you are covered with cold water, the roaring corpse tide runs towards you...

But now, maybe it's all over. Compared with 236, letting him experience the same day's "thing" is just a little bit of burden.

Maybe not yet.

Looking out the window, Wang Yao took a deep breath.

Looking at the alarm clock, Liang Chunri was almost coming. I hurried to the bathroom. As soon as I finished washing up, the doorbell rang urgently.

The cool spring day is here on time.

Wang Yao, who had lost his burden, suddenly didn't know what to do. So he could only follow the "procedure" and complete the conversation twice and send away Liang Chunri.

Before he could enter the room, the door opposite opened with a slight crack. A fat face squeezed out of the crack of the door and greeted, "Hello."

"I am not her boyfriend, and I don't have her contact information." Wang Yao finished speaking before the fat man said, and hurried downstairs.

"Ah hey..." The fat man shouted weakly, looking at the corridor dumbly and murmured.

"How did he know what I'm going to say..."

When I came downstairs, I didn’t see Liang Chunri’s figure. I guess I had already left.

A taxi was parked at the door and the driver was peeling oranges because Wang Yao came down earlier than "yesterday" and it was not time to eat.

How to say it... It's so mysterious. Wang Yao got into the car and finished everything before the driver spoke.

"Going south, you just happened to go home and you're exhausted all night."

The driver held the orange in one hand and the orange peel in the other hand, looked back at Wang Yao and said, "Ah... have I pulled you before?"

"No, never." Wang Yao held a mysterious smile.

It's so wonderful to know what happened next, as if everything was in your hands. It's like... God.
Chapter completed!