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My name is Baici, I am seventeen years old and an ordinary high school student. Until a voice from the future shattered all the peace in my life-- "Don't get in the car, you'll die." "Don't go home, someone is waiting for you." That was me three years later. When I was about to die, I crossed the timeline just to leave a life-saving warning to me now. It's not about predicting the future, it's about being desperately redeemed by your future self. In the future, she died seventeen times and was born again seventeen times. Every word she spoke was a way of life in exchange for her life. But this time, I was no longer a passive prey. When the last reverberation comes to an end, I will let her, who is covered in wounds, get rid of her certain death. "I can hear the voice of the future. It's not a gift, it's a self-salvation across time."

[No cp+no system+calm+supernatural] [The new author is trying out his work, the grandpas will scold him as he pleases, but the old slaves will listen to the advice and strive to do better in the next work!] There are countless forgotten anomalies hidden in the shadows of this city. In old residential buildings, there are shadows in empty rooms, crying in the corridors, and balls rolling on the rooftops. The tenants went crazy and ran away, but Zhou Ye was the only one who stepped into the game coldly. Don't panic, don't be afraid, don't be angry, don't be sad. He does not exorcise evil spirits or transcend, he only does one thing - Observe, record, suppress, contain. Every ghost is a record in his diary. Every weird scene is a pawn on his chessboard. Don't look back late at night, and don't look in the mirror under the lamp. Because the person who looks at the strange talk is more terrifying than the ghost.