Yang Linya was trapped on the autumn night of the third year after Zhou Jieli's death. When the mechanical sound imprinted the instructions of the "redemption system" in her mind, she began to travel through time and space full of cracks, completing the absurd strategy mission - to save every dying young man Lin Shen. But this boy who always falls on the rooftop has a chilling sense of familiarity: the 45-degree angle he used to protect the back of his neck when he fell was Zhou Zhili's survival posture when he was in a car accident; the bergamot smell on his shirt was mixed with the coolness of mint from his first kiss at the observatory three years ago; even the gilt-gold vortex that flashed in his irises was completely consistent with the quantum data of Zhou Zhili's observation of the solar eclipse.
The system kept warning that "memory pollution exceeded the standard," but the silver code that appeared on the back of Lin Shen's neck was actually the time when Zhou Jieli's last message was sent. On a rainy night, Yang Linya saw a horrifying overlap in the mirror - Zhou Zhili in navy blue uniform hugged her from behind, and his fingertips drew glowing ginkgo trees on her collarbone, while in reality Lin Shen was using the same gesture to raise a blood-stained pen. When her best friend Su Yuqing reveals that all the mission objects are fragments of Zhou Jieli's consciousness, the system's self-destruction countdown suddenly starts: it turns out that there is no redemption program at all. It is she who weaves trauma into a cocoon of time and space, dragging every passerby like him into the quagmire of obsession.
Finally, on the top floor of the library, the two time and spaces suddenly folded in half with the ginkgo rain. Yang Linya held Lin Shen's increasingly transparent hand and saw clearly the twenty-two selves reflected in his pupils - each of them writing system prompts like suicide notes in different reincarnations. She shattered the memory cage with her own hands and discovered that Zhou Jieli had never left: he turned into the Morse code in her pen, the pulse frequency of her watch, and even the quantum tremor of her heartbeat, forever dormant in her wounds that refused to heal.
Purpose: The most tragic way for us to fight against death is to carve the deceased into our own life cycle.