I Know the Rules of Locks

07:47 Eight years ago, Gu Xun wrote these four numbers in the corner of his notebook. No context, no notes. He couldn't remember why he wrote it. Eight years later, this number flashed on his cell phone screen. On the same day, the world forgot how to lie. 06:13. The handwriting on the next page is his. He didn't remember writing it. Another page was turned and it was torn out. Tear it neatly. Just that day. Someone is correcting his notes. Not a human being. And the "wrong things" that Gu Xun had remembered for eight years were becoming reality one by one.