Virtual Mirror Hunter

The butt of the gun has a dent from where I made it. Twenty years later, this "Skylark" was inexplicably sent back to me. Four hundred meters away, "I" was holding the same gun with the same dents on the butt. We pulled the trigger at the same time. The world stood still. A silver-eyed woman came from behind: "Congratulations, SIM-047. You have broken through the sandbox for the seventh time." Code flows in my veins, and 47 "me"s are struggling in the server. The father's last video flashed: "You are my son, not a program." Countdown 00:22:18. I was holding the 0.22Mm lead bullet - not a bullet, but a key. The world is a mirror, whoever breaks it will see—— Behind the mirror, standing with a gun raised, was myself.