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I was at the Mortuary, dissecting the Crimson specimen, when I discovered biological circuits under the 55x microscope. Upon activating the RNA Polymerase, the Crimson base suddenly sprouted human Enamel. A dental comparison revealed that this belonged to the Choir Conductor who went missing on April 5, 2003—just as his Requiem echoed from outside.
"Officer Zheng, please receive the Fax." The printer suddenly spat out a piece of Thermal Paper from 2003, inscribed with Church Ink from 1986: "At 18:00 on April 5, 2003, Zheng Shiyu will discover the entrance to the Fifth Dimension..."
19:55 Five-Dimensional Theater
I arrived at the Olympic site with a Dark Matter Detector, and the ground suddenly collapsed into a vertical shaft 55 meters deep. On the Titanium Alloy support beams of the shaft, laser etchings indicated that this was a testing ground for the military project "White Ballet" from 1995. When I used Church Ink for spray development, the entire shaft revealed a Four-Dimensional Coordinate System—where the Z-axis pointed directly to my current Time Anchor.
The Quantum Entanglement Intercom unexpectedly connected to a frequency from 1986: "Turn around now." The voice of Cui Meishan came through the Time Rift, "Three meters beneath your feet lies a weapon from 2022..." In the deep pit drilled by the Proton Cannon, Nano Robots from 2015 were assembling human bones.
21:17 Color Revolution
I activated the Full Spectrum Bomb, tearing apart the fabric of space-time with 550 wavelengths simultaneously. In the last 55 microseconds before detonation, I saw countless versions of myself disassembling packages in parallel universes: some released Smallpox Virus, others poured out tons of Platinum Hairpins, and one version of me was sending this death package from the future. As the Cobalt Blue spectrum gained absolute dominance, all quantum possibilities collapsed.
Suddenly, a Church Spire rose above the Olympic ruins, with each piece of Colored Glass playing different murder scenes from various times. I removed my Color Vision Correction Glasses and witnessed how the blood-red spectrum distorted reality—the cross atop Tower Spitze tilted at a 55-degree angle, casting a shadow that perfectly outlined Cui Meishan's wheelchair.
22:55 Undelivered Package
Upon returning to the police station, I found five identical packages in the mailroom. Each label bore a different delivery date: 2003, 2015, 2022, 2035, and 2048. I froze one with Liquid Nitrogen; when I cut it open, swarms of Quantum Termites poured out—they were gnawing at the timeline at an accelerated rate. As alarms blared, I grabbed Church Ink and rushed into the darkroom. Under a 5500K Color Temperature Light, the Kraft Paper of the last package revealed an ultimate truth: this was Cui Meishan's Time-Space Express sent to me in 2003 from 1986, with my blood inscribed on the shipping date as "Indeterminate."
Zero Time Loop
I stood by the Han River burning all evidence as clusters of Nano Robots rose from the ashes to spell out Cui Meishan's last words: "The real show has just begun." At that moment, my phone received a new message from myself dated April 5, 2003; attached was a 55-second video: my future self was dissecting my current corpse. When the first star appeared above the Church Spire, I spoke into my recorder for my final testimony: "This case will never have a Case Report because the truth still exists across different time spaces..." Suddenly struck by a 55Hz Infrasound that shattered my recording device, I heard countless victims reaching out from the Time Rift.
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