I Died 937 Times and Still Owe Three Months of Rent

Delivery rider Zhou Yan has a cell phone balance of 47.5 Yuan, an electric car with 23% battery, three months of rent arrears, and his mother is lying in the hospital with terminal lung cancer. His daily life consists of numbers: delivery fees, balance, battery, and heartbeat. All numbers are insufficient. Until that rainy night, when he took an urgent takeout order delivered to the basement of an old building in the urban village, he stepped on a circle of concentric circles on the ground that shouldn't exist—— When I woke up the next day, everything was back to zero. The balance is back to 47.5. The battery is back to 23%. Every word that Mrs. Baozi said, the "Happy Birthday to You" played by the sprinkler truck, the time when the rainstorm fell - all were exactly the same. He's stuck in a 72-hour loop. There is no save point, no cheats, just 47 yuan and a broken electric car that is almost out of power. Others' cycle is infinite trial and error, while his cycle is infinite. Withdraw money? Balance reset. Stocking up on supplies? Disappeared the next day. Call the police? No one believed it. What's even more cruel is that the end of every 72 hours is 2:30 pm when his mother stops breathing in the ward. He had to go through it again every time. 937 Deaths, 937 comebacks. When he finally pieced together the truth about the loop—a quantum machine underground from 1983 was still reading and writing the city's space-time—he also found the exit. But he chose to stay. Because the mother in the loop is still alive. Even if that afternoon was fake, the temperature in her palm was real.