On June 12, I Fell into an Infinite Loop

One morning, thirty-year-old suspense novelist Lin Wanqiu was trapped in June 12th and entered an infinite loop. The date on the mobile phone has stagnated, and the acquaintances around me are unaware of it. At the end of each cycle, an unfamiliar piece of handwritten paper would appear on her desk, predicting the details of the next day. The extra empty carriages on the subway, the three-minute snowflakes on the convenience store surveillance screen,... She discovered that the plots of the old novels she had written were being played out in reality. In the dream, the man burning incense whispered in her ear: "What you wrote is becoming reality." After accidentally getting a piece of paper that could predict the future, she began to record the differences in each cycle. Trying to save myself from fire and water again and again.