Lin Shen's scalpel stopped for the 24th time. The number of the morgue automatically jumped with the pendulum hanging upside down. The tooth mark on the wrist of each corpse completely coincided with the palm of his hand. The batch number of the antipsychotic bottle was exactly the date when his sister was buried in the fire. The inside of the blood-stained gear cufflink handed to him by the reflection in the mirror was engraved with a birthday that he had never seen before - that was the time of his death as "Experimental Subject 0" in the 0th cycle.
The typewriter sent a secret message at 3:47 in the morning: "When you see your own body, don't ask 'Who is he?' Ask 'How many cycles is this me?'" The mirror wall suddenly revealed 24 selves, with each left little finger bent at 90 degrees, pointing to the foundation of No. 7 Gear Street - where the core of the time device was buried, and his own body, stitched by his own hands, for the 7th cycle.
The ultraviolet light in the autopsy room is always on, showing that the blood stains on the white coat are changing in a cycle: the day before it was the coordinates of death in Crescent Lane, but tonight it became the missing corner of the gear in my sister's hairpin. The gears of the 24th cycle were about to mesh, and Lin Shen finally discovered that the starting point of all cycles was the moment he pulled the trigger on himself in the mirror.
