I die once every day at 0 am on time, and then reset to 6 am that day, and my memory returns to zero.
Day after day, I live in the same 24-hour cage, and I know myself by the note on my bedside: "Your name is Jiang Cha, and you will not survive today."
In the early morning of the 1584th day, a strange man stopped me at the intersection I must pass. His voice was hoarse as if he had stayed up all night: "Don't go to Zhongshan Road today."
He said his name was Chen Jin.
Later I discovered that for 1584 days, he had always been the one to die for me.
He has tasted every way of death for me, including being hit by a car, being smashed, drowning, and being electrocuted.
I forget him once a day, and he comes close to me once a day.
But I just turned to his diary, and the last page said: "The number of substitutions has reached 2,000 times. I will be erased by time and no one will remember me."
The penultimate page is a note I wrote to him 1474 days ago: "If one day I forget you, let me never think of you. You deserve to be remembered, I don't deserve it."
It was me who sealed my memory with my own hands, because I had predicted four years ago that he would completely disappear after 2,000 substitutions.
And I lied to him, "As long as you persist, I will think of you," which made him willingly die for me for 1,583 days.
I'm lying to you about living, but you're dying for me.
This time it's my turn to kneel in the cracks of time and put the broken memories back together piece by piece——
Even if I fight to the end, what I spell out is the verdict written by myself.
