In the first month after moving into Splendid Spring Garden, Sheng Huaijing found herself trapped in the same day.
Every day when I wake up, it's June 12th. The security guard, Zhou, always asks the same question. There is always a faint smell of chlorine from the crack in the door of 1501 next door.
He tried jumping off a building and died. When I woke up, it was still June 12th, and there was one more crack in the ceiling.
The system text message politely informed him: Please abide by the rules and wish you a happy life.
Rule 1: Don't trust the time after 4pm.
Rule 2: Don't ride in the elevator alone.
Rule 3: When someone knocks on the door, look through the peephole first—don't open it if you see clearly.
Until he found a notebook from three years ago on the coffee table, with a name signed on the title page: Lin Qi.
He has never met Lin Qi. But the last page of the notebook is his own handwriting——
"Sheng Huaijing, the ninth cycle. Don't die again this time."
The black umbrella used by the girl who disappeared three years ago was in his hand, and the seventeen letters she wrote to the deceased were locked in the third drawer of the property room. The female neighbor who moved in with a smile across the door had his name and room number branded on her wrist.
They all said: Welcome to Splendid Spring.
This is a story about cycles, rules and costs.
Customs clearance conditions? Stay alive.
The real question is - after you've died nine times, do you remember who you came back for?
High energy warning
This article contains scenes of mental pollution, cognitive distortion, and rule-based monster core.
Some plots may cause strong discomfort, please proceed with caution.
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