light, short, scattered

Chapter 1 "The Man Who Knows Himself"

I discovered from an early age that I had a secret.

That's the number I can see in my eyes.

As a kid I didn't think much of it.

Until one day when I was seven years old.

At that corner, I took every step forward.

The numbers in my eyes dropped sharply.

When it finally reaches zero, the end of that corner.

I stopped.

moment.

The car was whizzing by, just five centimeters away from my eyes.

Hit the high wall on the other side.

I was unharmed.

And the time in my eyes began to reverse again, returning to the dense numbers.

I grew up a little and started reading.

I started to learn addition and subtraction.

I started trying to understand the numbers in my eyes.

I found that this was not enough.

I have also asked people if they have numbers like that in their eyes.

But they all thought I was being naughty and joking with them.

Since no one believes it, I can only keep this secret in my stomach.

Until I learned to multiply and divide.

1 minutes is 60 seconds.

One hour is sixty minutes.

24 hours a day.

That’s 150 million a year.

The number in my eyes is 23 billion at this second.

When converted on the draft paper, it equals approximately 75 years.

It's funny, could this be my lifespan?

I've found that a lot of subtle things also change the numbers in my eyes.

Such as exams.

Choice C for this question actually dropped quickly by ten seconds.

Erase and choose B and it goes back seven seconds.

Regardless of whether it was right or wrong, I completed the test paper and followed the method that minimized the loss of time.

When the results were announced, he only scored 63 points.

The lower number is not necessarily the correct answer.

I thought those numbers in my eyes would help me cheat.

I can only rely on myself honestly.

Later I started to answer the questions seriously.

The college entrance examination that year.

I took that test paper seriously.But I found that when I finished the last question, I was missing a lot of numbers.

I thought I made a mistake, but the answer was verified three times and it was correct.

I slightly converted the lost time on paper, and it was five years.

I changed the question to the wrong one and the time went up. . .

Good grades are worth five years of life.

I smiled bitterly, how ironic.

Undecided, I deducted five years of my time in order to fight for it.

I got high marks in the exam.

The day my college entrance examination results came in, I passed the key exam in the city.

On the way home, I was too happy to pay attention, so I broke my leg and had to rest for three months.And the time in my eyes also shrunk, which made me understand something.

I need to keep an eye on the flow of time. Sometimes changes only happen in an instant.I don’t want to shorten my life drastically anymore, and of course there are many surprises.

"Stop, listen to me and don't go into this tunnel." I shouted.

"Are you crazy? What are you doing happily?" My friend looked at me with dissatisfaction.

"Stop, I'm not going." I shouted again.

"What did you say?" My friend looked angry.

The car slowed down slightly but showed no intention of stopping.

And the numbers in my eyes are getting smaller and smaller.

I quickly rushed forward and pulled the handbrake.

The cab immediately stopped my hand and pressed the brakes.

The car stopped.

"Are you crazy? Psycho!" The three people in the car looked at me with strange eyes.

"Sorry, I'm not going. You don't have to worry about me." I got out of the car immediately. "This is a highway, what do you want to do?" the friend said angrily.

But I walked farther and farther in the direction I came from.

It's safe and the numbers are back to normal.

And the friends had already driven away.

What followed was a landslide, and the entire tunnel was swallowed up.

No one survived, and I was at a loss.

I began to avoid the crowd, and I was afraid that the numbers in my eyes would decrease.

I became taciturn.

I started doing what the numbers in my eyes asked me to do minute by minute.

But time has been getting less and less, and it will inevitably become less and less.

20 year old me.

In my eyes, I only have 35 years left.

I obviously didn't do anything, so I started to escape.

The lab is the quietest place in the university.

My grades are good and I think I should be a scientist.

Because every time a test tube is about to explode, whether it’s mine or the classmate next door’s.

I can know in advance and run far away.

graduation.

This is a manufacturing company of health care products and drugs.

And I'm the chief pharmacist here.

Not because I'm smart, but because I can avoid danger.

I don’t know what the ingredients of the medicine are.

But every time I do in vivo experiments, I choose to give myself a shot.

It’s not really applied, it’s just put on the skin every time.

I can see if the time decreases.

If it decreases, it means failure.

No reduction is success.

And added examples.

Sorry, I haven't seen one in five years.

What an irony.

But until that day.

I adjusted the medicine in the test tube.

He accidentally knocked over the needle with the medicine on the test tube and pointed it towards himself.

The numbers in my eyes actually increased, and a medicine made the time in my eyes increase.

From that moment on, I memorized the ingredients.

Start experimenting.

Every time you put a medicine, put a little bit on it with the needle.

Point to your arm and look at the numbers in my eyes.

I happily added various potions.

If the time decreases I go back to the previous recipe.

Just like that, at first the time only increased by one second or two.

Later, the time actually started to increase by tens or hundreds of seconds.

Towards the end the numbers started to double.

Countless digits kept jumping.

I feel like I've invented the elixir of life.

I was ecstatic and took a tube and injected it into my body.

I felt refreshed, and then a feeling of depression appeared in my body.

I started craving something.

And the numbers in my eyes increased rapidly.

Until it becomes a lying 8.

. . . . . .

"Hello everyone, I am Xiaomei, a frontline reporter. We received news that an unknown organism was found in this pharmaceutical factory. Now everyone will follow me to find out."

"Camera Brother, this way? Huh? Camera Brother, why did you turn around and run away?"

"Is there something strange behind me? Ah..."

Snowflake screens appeared on TVs in every household.

Families packed their clothes and prepared to escape.

The road was now blocked.

Because the zombies are coming.

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(End of this chapter)