Clown Game Novel Chapter 104 - 104 92 Not 3 days 2 sleeps Finished

??Chapter 104: Chapter 92 Not 3 days 2 sleeps! Finished

Chapter 104: Chapter 92 Not 3 days 2 sleeps! Finished

Chen Xiao entered his own room, the door made no sound, the bed was still relatively clean, the bathroom, the showerhead, the television—everything was as familiar as if they had already existed in his mind.

But that was impossible, for he had just checked into the hotel, the first ti walking up the stairs, the first ti pushing the door open, the first ti entering this room.

“Such a strange sense of familiarity,” Chen Xiao muttered to himself. He then walked over to the small window and glanced down.

Outside was an open space, where there were… two family cars parked.

At this mont, “mory Flashback” occurred again, and in that mory, the scene before him should have “four cars” parked instead.

The mory of “four cars” was so vivid, almost indistinguishable from the clarity of the current scene with “two cars.” It was as if a segnt of the world’s process had birthed two different branches from this point, and he rembered it all.

The sensation was incredibly mysterious, but Chen Xiao wasn’t overly surprised, just smiled thoughtfully to himself.

…

In the following hours, Chen Xiao could feel the sensation of déjà vu constantly accompanying him. With every lift of his hand, every breath he took, it was as if he could foresee the future. However, this feeling only occurred in the instant before he made the corresponding move, so he couldn’t change anything.

“Hmm… It’s about ti for dinner,” he said to himself out of boredom.

At that mont, he vividly rembered that at so point previously, in the sa place, using the sa tone, he had said the exact sa words. He could even recall that in the next second, a middle-aged woman’s shriek like that of a pig being slaughtered would echo from below.

She would say, “Dinnerti!”

Indeed, almost as soon as his thought ended, a scream indistinguishable from his mory rang out from downstairs, “Dinnerti!!”

Following that, the woman from room 204 ca out, of course, as if Chen Xiao had known all along.

He pondered, reminisced, and searched for differences between the “suddenly appearing mories” and the “current scenes.”

He arrived at the dining area, where the landlady was fiddling with pots and pans in the kitchen. Different from his mory, however… there was only one person sitting at the table at that mont, that woman.

In his mory, there should have been a couple as well.

Chen Xiao sat down and asked directly, “Do you rember a couple? The man about 30 years old, and the woman, a college student?”

The woman was taken aback, looking inexplicably at Chen Xiao, then showed a disgusted expression: “Are you talking to ?”

Chen Xiao didn’t reply because he already knew the answer.

What followed was like a rehearsal of beforehand

The next morning, the couple, sticking close to each other, checked into the hotel.

That night, Chen Xiao clearly heard the sound of two showers and the almost all-night-long chirping and murmur of lovers, exactly as in his mory. On the morning of the third day, the couple, the woman, and Chen Xiao had breakfast together. On the stairs leading to the third floor, the woman from the couple froze for a mont. Chen Xiao knew it was a brief episode of “mory Flashback.”

Around 11 a.m. on the third day, the driver uncle arrived after having driven for a full day and night. Upon entering his room, he imdiately fell into a deep sleep until he was awoken by hunger in the evening for dinner. That evening’s events matched seamlessly with Chen Xiao’s mory, including the mont when the woman from room 204 froze at the staircase.

Only at this point did Chen Xiao finally stitch together this segnt of “mory Flashback” with his “actual experiences.”

It was like a dream lasting for more than a dozen hours, except this dream began much earlier, making Chen Xiao mistakenly believe that the third day of his stay, “the 25th,” was the first day, “the 23rd.”

And that dream seed to run backwards, starting from the third day, racing back, desperately trying to converge with his self of “the 23rd.” The people missing from his dream weren’t “disappeared,” but rather hadn’t arrived yet.

The anomalous item involved in this task was actually an “Anomalous Phenonon” – within this guesthouse, the phenonon of “mory Flashback” was amplified!

Ordinary people might experience it very frequently, but as for Chen Xiao? Who knows if it’s because he’s “ntally unwell” or for so other reason, anyway, his flashback lasted incredibly long, all the way to the 25th.

It’s worth ntioning that on the “24th,” Chen Xiao was lying in bed when he suddenly felt a bit unwell, sneezed, and then for so inexplicable reason, he glanced at the clothes rack on the wall. For a mont, he seed to think there ought to be a pair of shoes there. And when he went to the bathroom, he kept feeling that the toothbrush was out of place.

After dinner on the 25th, Chen Xiao sorted through all the periods of “mory” and “flashback,” so he clicked the “Mission Complete” button on his phone and then left the guesthouse.

This task lasted three days, and during his ti at the hotel, Chen Xiao slept twice.

Although it seed like three days and two nights, Chen Xiao had another segnt of mory, so adding up the “flashback mories,” it should be actually “longer” than just three days and two nights.

…

…

As for the “mory Flashback” or “déjà vu,” Chen Xiao also gave it so thought during the ti when he had nothing else to do.

“Precognition?” “Calculation?” Or “recollection?”

All he could do was guess.

Could it be that every single thing is predetermined, and that every action we take, every seemingly trivial word we utter could lead to countless divergences?

The world is like a huge tree that grows every minute, every second, constantly evolving into infinite possibilities.

And at this mont, my mory is just one leaf among the myriad tiny branches that have sprouted from this colossal tree. And one day, two leaves inadvertently touch each other, and their mories briefly intersect.

An even more frightening speculation is that there might be so higher-level entities that have prepared nurous futures for everyone, and we are just moving towards a predetermined conclusion that’s been laid out long before through our different choices.

So, can humans truly discern what is real and what is fake?

During each “mory Flashback,” are we really experiencing it for the first ti?

Or, is it just that we’ve done sothing similar before, and when we encounter another event, our brain automatically rges the two together?

It’s like having read a novel before, the content of which has taken root deep in our minds, and when we see another similar novel, we automatically splice the two books together, creating a sense of familiar “déjà vu.”

No one knows the real reason. There are too many unknowns in this world.

Of course, it’s this unknown that makes the world “interesting.”

…

Chen Xiao walked out of the Sheng Fu Hotel, hands in his pockets, wearing a wrinkled mask.

After a while, an uncomfortable laugh echoed through the night.

“Heh… heh… heh”

(Cough cough, sticking out my tongue – jokes aside, last year I really did hide under my blanket and laughed ehehe while watching thrillers. “Zhou Lin” has also started, and I just hope San Zha updates quicker. Well, if urging worked, Bilibili would have millions fewer bullet screen comnts a month.)