When the gears of the Erqi Tower bit into his spine,
Millions of people heard the cry of the cycle restarting—
He is labeled "Z-07":
A social beast who fell to death from the 33rd floor but opened his eyes and was reborn
A work tag engraved with a blood code
A murder weapon stuck in the throats of thousands of corpses in the cold storage
Zhengzhou City said: This is a lunatic with split personality
▌He raised his chain sword and pointed it at the mechanical heart:
■ Smash the Erqi Pagoda's Secret Bell—Each crack in the pendulum unlocks a memory of the murder
■ Tearing apart the lies about brain-computer experiments - the corpse of cold storage number F-0228 is wearing his childhood sweater
■ Burnt data cage—Zhou Yan's broken gold lens was reflected in the blue light of the server explosion at the bottom of the Jinshui River.
▌0:00 When the whole city falls into deathly silence
He clutched the blood-stained brain-computer controller and stepped into the black hole of the subway.
The dim light on the mobile phone screen lights up:
"Welcome home, Master."
——And in the reflection of the car window, the Z-07 brand is burning deep in his pupils!
Reader comments
Metaphysical poetic whispers
"In the mirror maze in Zhengzhou, every death is a cruel deconstruction of the name 'Zhang Chen'. The pendulum of the Erqi Tower cuts time, and the pool of blood in the Jinshui River reflects countless 'I's."
When the homeless old man hands over a pocket watch engraved with 'Personality is a Cage', when the elevator mirror holds up a knife that does not belong to him - this novel uses montage-style death to complete a terrifying argument about the nature of existence.
Reading it is like staring at a Tower of Babel made of memory fragments, with Kafka standing at the top holding a pocket watch. "
—To all the metaphysical detectives searching for metacodes in cyclic nightmares
Metaphysical poetic whispers "In the mirror maze in Zhengzhou, every death is a cruel deconstruction of the name 'Zhang Chen'. The pendulum of the Erqi Tower cuts time, and the pool of blood in the Jinshui River reflects countless 'I's." When the homeless old man hands over a pocket watch engraved with 'Personality is a Cage', when the elevator mirror holds up a knife that does not belong to him - this novel uses montage-style death to complete a terrifying argument about the nature of existence. Reading it is like staring at a Tower of Babel made of memory fragments, with Kafka standing at the top holding a pocket watch. " —To all the metaphysical detectives searching for metacodes in cyclic nightmares