I am Lin Mo, twenty-five years old, single, a planner in an advertising company, an ordinary office worker working at 2:00 and 1:00, renting a one-bedroom apartment of 32 square meters. For seven days, I dreamed that I was dying in different ways.
Falls from overpasses, explosions in microwave ovens, electric shocks in bathrooms, falling windows...
Each day's dream is more real than the day before, so real that I can remember the traces of chewing gum on the floor tiles and feel the sting of the shards scratching my throat.
I wrote down these ways of death in my memo and avoided them one by one in my life - not walking on overpasses, not using microwave ovens, and turning on the switch while sleeping.
I thought that as long as I was careful enough, I could survive the eighth day.
Until the dream on the seventh day, "I" in the mirror turned around, with a face without facial features, and said:
"One more day."
On the eighth day, my phone rang.
Caller ID: My own number.
When the call was connected, it was my voice on the other end of the phone, screaming a name——
My own name.
