Burying My Future Self

At 11:47 p.m., the Disaster Mortuary received a black body bag.

The name on the tag was Chen Xu, but the time of death was tomorrow afternoon.

Four hours later, Chen Xu died on his own autopsy table. When he opened his eyes again, he was back on the morning of four days earlier.

He soon discovered that every time he died, he returned to one of the seven mornings he had woken up to before.

He couldn't choose which one, and each morning could only be used once.

Once all seven were spent, he would die for good.

Chen Xu thought that if he could outlast the killer by dying more times, he would eventually find a way to break the deadlock.

Then he discovered that someone in this city could read memories from the nightmares of the dead and the living, including timelines he had already rewritten with his own hands.

He remembered every failure.

So did the killer.