I opened my eyes. I had a severe headache that prevented me from remembering anything. Along with the ringing in my ears, I used my weak vision to see several people with guns aimed at me. They did not fire. They slowly moved backwards, put away the guns, walked into the elevator backwards, and then left. A bullet flew up from the ground. If you look carefully, you can see that it was a bullet that was flattened by the impact. It passed through the corpse on the ground, returned to its original shape, and flew out of the window. At the same time, the bullet holes on the glass disappeared, and the corpse stood up... As the bullets passed through their bodies one by one, they stood up one by one, holding the gun and quickly ran backwards to the stairwell. All the bullet holes on the glass disappeared. Some mechanical debris in the office room flew back into the air and gradually formed into a helicopter, while a person below flew up in a falling position and flew into the helicopter. The helicopter absorbed the firelight of the explosion just before it was assembled. The glass became complete, the cracks on the wall were also sutured, and the screams of the surrounding civilians became smaller and smaller, as if it was a scene after the disaster subsided. In my eyes, all this was terrible.
Concept: Thoughts on personal time