Follow the Future of Tomorrow

The smell of blood is blood. The smell of dirt is the heart. Twenty-two-year-old Wang Haoyu witnessed the death of a girl one afternoon. Because of his appearance, the murderers had to kill him. After seeing it, I immediately called the police but it was of no use. I don't know why, the phone kept ringing, but no one answered. I ran away, ran away, kept running away, but in the end I was caught until I died! However, when I opened my eyes again, I found that I was still alive. What was going on? Death again and again, rebirth again and again, redemption again and again, pain again and again! In the end, will Wang Haoyu continue this cycle of time and space?