Every time he died, Noel encountered new information bit by bit. Whether it was the password mechanism, the required triggering time of the password, or the location of the password... Every second he spent, he was afraid that he would miss something.

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[It must be absolutely perfect...you must not repeat the first week, you must reduce the number of retracements, and you must reduce your own mistakes...]

He thinks so every time.

Until he stretched out his hand, closed his eyes for Yue Yue who was still staring at death, and turned around——

He saw the family portrait on the wall, the red plaid dining table with the aroma of food wafting around, and the TV playing Spring Festival Gala sketches. This was a home with familiar decoration.

He immediately realized that something was unusual. He was in a pool of blood and could not see these scenes.

——Get out of here quickly!

At this moment, reason and sensibility were fighting madly in his mind. A voice was saying that he had found a password this week and could rest. Another voice told him to leave quickly and not to indulge in the illusion of weakness.

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Suddenly, he heard the sound of keys clattering.

"Click." The door opened.

He looked to the right, there should be a door there——

A middle-aged man with a square forehead, a wide face, and thick black eyebrows walked in and hung his blue police uniform on the hanger next to the door. He was tall, with black hair mixed with some silver threads, and a smile on his face.

The wrinkles are like cracks in the field, and the dark eyes are very similar to Su Mingan.

"Ming'an?" The man looked at him: "Sit down and have New Year's Eve dinner."

Su Mingan stopped.

He had not taken any medicine this week, and he knew what was happening in front of him.

"...can I dream?" he said.

In fact, the person he most wants to spend the New Year with is not Yue Yue or Noel, but...

"Dream?" The man shook his head: "You are ten years old this year. What are you dreaming about?"

"Where's grandma?" Su Mingan said.

"Grandma is sleeping in the room." the man said.

Su Mingan stood there, unable to look away. He looked longingly at this deceased relative...

Suddenly, he heard another set of footsteps, and a woman in an apron came from the kitchen carrying dishes and stuffed a red envelope into Su Mingan's hand.

"Ming'an, why don't you even know how to thank mom?" the woman said with a smile.

"..."

Su Mingan was silent.

"Call mom." the woman said.

"..."

Su Mingan turned around and walked towards the room without looking back.

…

I had a great time this New Year's Eve.

The woman just thought the child was throwing a tantrum and didn't pay much attention. The family of three gathered around the TV to watch the Spring Festival Gala. The 2012 TV screen was a bit blurry, but the grandma smiled happily.

"The skits in the Spring Festival Gala are getting more and more boring..."

"I heard that fireworks will be banned in a few years. I don't know where the news came from..."

They were cracking melon seeds and eating mille-feuille cakes. Grandma put a gold chain in his hand and said that she would buy him a house in the future.

Su Mingan sat stiffly in his room, as if he was living in another world. Until his father touched his head and said to him:

"Thank you for your hard work, good night."

At this moment, Su Mingan suddenly felt tired.

He blinked and his thoughts fell into chaos. He suddenly felt that it would be a good idea to take a rest. The mission of this week had been accomplished...

A woman's humming voice came to his ears, light and airy, like a lullaby that soothed his soul.

"Baby, go to sleep quickly,

"I will be with you in your dreams,

"I laugh with you and get tired with you,

"With me leaning against you...

"Baby, go to sleep quickly,

"How many times will you dream about me..."

The next day, he woke up in the morning, his mind was hazy, and he subconsciously walked to the bathroom with stiff steps.

When washing his face, he couldn't find a towel, and subconsciously shouted with his sleepy eyes:

"Dad, where are the towels?"

No one replied.

He walked to the living room. There was nothing on the dining table, except for a bag of quick bread and some mustard. On the wall was not a color family photo, but a black and white photo.

There are no police uniforms on the hangers.

He turned his face.

——Yes, my father died a long time ago.

On New Year's Eve when he was ten years old, he ate bread and mustard alone and spent the night wrapped in a quilt.

He stood in the empty home, as if he had fallen from one dream to another. He squatted down and hugged his knees.

"Su Ming'an—Su Ming'an—!"

Suddenly, a voice pierced through as if through the bottom of the sea, and the scene in front of him shattered, replaced by a young man with blond hair.

Noel shook him awake.

Su Mingan opened his eyes, and his consciousness gradually returned. He saw the hot pool of blood in front of him.

"Are you okay? Did you see hallucinations? I saw that your expression was very relaxed, so I woke you up at almost six o'clock in the morning..." Noel looked anxious.

Su Mingan was silent for a while:

"..."

"I still need to take medicine..."
Chapter completed!