Crack

When he was seventeen years old, Sun Ran chased a wild cat in a flea market and ran into an alley that didn't exist. At the end of the alley is a gray wall. There is a crack in the wall, about 0.7 Mm. He put his hand up. Then - the world fell apart. When I woke up, the noodle shop was still there, Lao Ma was still there, and the sewing machine was still there—— But the name of the noodle shop is missing one word. The adoptive mother passed away two and a half years ago. It took him three days to realize: this was not his world. This is a parallel universe. Another Sun Ran - the Sun Ran of this world - disappeared on the same day he came in. They merge. After the fusion, he began to see things he shouldn't have seen. Not a ghost. Not the future. It's a number—— The temperature of the noodle bowl. Frequency of the hinge. The offset of the signature field. Changes in heart rate. Every human body tells the truth. Just no one listened. Sun Ran could hear it. He wrote down what he heard on a note. "The format doesn't lie. The format only says: your hands are saying, your heartbeat is saying, and the pressure of your signature pen is saying. You - see it." He is watching. In the corner of the noodle shop. Seventeen years old. Don't go out. Don't speak. Alone to pursue an old case from eleven years ago - the disappearance of his adoptive father. Not dying at the flea market. It disappeared into the flea market. On that day - the crack in the gray wall - about 0.7 Mm - was breathing.