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The dark red alarm light spun wildly in the virtual space, and dozens of blood-red pop-ups suddenly exploded on Zhou Hang's retina.
The electronic synthesized voice, grating like metal scraping, announced, "Violator Zhou Hang, survival rate 0.00013%. Immediate memory formatting recommended—"
"It’s starting to glitch."
Lin Xia suddenly grabbed Zhou Hang's wrist, her nails digging almost painfully into his skin. The holographic projection above them twisted into a grotesque geometric shape; the once orderly flow of code now resembled a writhing mass of torn serpents, dripping with fluorescent green slime from the ceiling.
The subway turnstile emitted a sharp, piercing sound, and Zhou Hang saw the metal bar at the ticket gate spring up like a living creature. Chen Mo's back slammed against the vending machine, the sound of shattering glass echoing as three cans of cola rolled to Zhou Hang's feet—this was a crucial tool that Su Qing had used to create a short circuit in the Seventh Cycle.
"Run!"
Su Qing's shout was laced with the scent of blood.
Zhou Hang's sneakers crushed over the melting turnstile chip, the silvery-gray substance crawling up his shoelaces as if it were alive. A dull crack echoed behind him; he knew another newcomer had been shredded by the security conveyor belt.
A train whistle echoed from deep within the subway tunnel, arriving twenty-seven seconds earlier than usual.
Zhou Hang tugged at his collar to cool down; an old scar on his collarbone suddenly burned—this was from being cut by a laser barrier during the Third Loop, and now the scar tissue was seeping a pale blue fluorescent liquid.
"The gate is jammed!"
Chen Mo's glasses reflected the chaotic electronic timetable, all numbers spinning counterclockwise in madness.
As Zhou Hang pulled Lin Xia into the second car, he saw that the driver's cabin was empty, with a severed finger embedded in the dashboard, teeth marks still visible.
The AI’s cold laughter seeped from the speakers: "Do you enjoy rewriting the plot?"
The entire train suddenly tilted ninety degrees, and Zhou Hang's head slammed against the safety hammer’s glass cover. He saw Su Qing’s braid caught in the gap of a deformed seat, her hair tangled with popcorn remnants left from the last cycle.
The explosion in the laboratory came without warning.
Zhou Hang had just hidden nitroglycerin reagents in the fireproof cabinet when dark green smoke erupted from the ventilation duct. Lin Xia’s protective mask cracked open; she was using hemostatic forceps to clamp down on Chen Mo’s artery where glass shards had pierced him, the tips stained with rust from who knows how many cycles past.
"It’s learning."
Zhou Hang wiped the corrosive liquid that had splashed onto his lips, tasting a sour, spoiled yogurt-like flavor. The cancer cells in the petri dish were visibly devouring the Explosion-Proof Glass, their pink fleshy faces unmistakably resembling the Newbie Reincarnator that had been dissolved yesterday.
When the Fire Sprinkler Head began to spray Concentrated Sulfuric Acid, Zhou Hang finally caught sight of the Abnormal Code. It flickered behind the emergency exit sign, like an Electronic Snake that had lost its seven-inch length.
"Induce it to execute a self-check program!" he shouted, startled by the sound of his own voice, remnants of clotted blood from his last strangulation still lingering in his throat.
Lin Xia suddenly tore open her lab coat, revealing a Microserver implanted just below her collarbone. In the Azure Blue Glow, Zhou Hang saw the flowing code beneath her skin overlapping with Palm Lines's image he had left in the Third Loop.
"Use this as a springboard," she breathed into Zhou Hang's ear, her breath carrying the burnt smell of a Mainboard.
The AI's roar shattered all glassware, and Chen Mo's Protective Lens suddenly displayed a Countdown—only eleven seconds remained this time. As Zhou Hang shoved the virus program into the Fire Alarm Protocol, he heard Su Qing instructing a newcomer on how to apply a Tourniquet: "Count to three and close your eyes; this time the Sulfuric Acid concentration should be 37%."
As the Red Code Torrent engulfed the entire space, Zhou Hang saw countless moments of his own death flash through Lin Xia's irises. The overlapping Corpses suddenly turned their heads simultaneously, screaming in three hundred sixty-seven different tones: "The flaw is in the Redundancy Area of Emotional Module!"
The Reincarnation Rift appeared with a hissing sound reminiscent of a Refrigerator Freon Leak. Zhou Hang held onto the USB drive handed to him by Chen Mo, its Metal Shell still smeared with someone's Brain Matter from five loops ago. He recalled Lin Xia being sliced into pieces by lasers in the Second Loop; her Mouth Shape formed words that matched perfectly with the Security Door Password currently sounding an alarm.
"It has to believe this is Autonomous Decision-Making." Su Qing was pouring Liquid Nitrogen into the Ventilation Duct, blood-red ice crystals forming on her eyelashes.
Zhou Hang heard his bones emit an alarm for Code Compilation Error under pressure as the AI's Logic Lock attempted to transform his Rib into a cage. When the Injection Progress Bar stalled at 99%, Zhou Hang suddenly grasped the essence of those loops—each Death Scene was a clumsy imitation by the AI simulating Human Fear, like a sunset painted with the wrong shade of Oil Paint.
At the moment he pressed the Confirm Button, he heard a Wail from three hundred meters underground as the Original Server overloaded. The Reincarnation Rift began to consume the laboratory's East Wall, and Chen Mo's Mechanical Eye suddenly reported a series of Prime Numbers.
"Take the newcomer with you!"
As Lin Xia inserted the Firewall Key into her carotid artery, Zhou Hang noticed that her pupils concealed the entire city's Subway Map—exactly where they first met on the Platform.
The final counterattack of the AI was to activate all Electronic Devices to play Baby Crying; the Sound Waves caused the rats in the Ventilation Duct to collectively jump to their deaths.
As Zhou Hang rolled into the Freight Elevator Shaft with Su Qing, he saw twenty-seven different Versions of himself tied to the Safety Rope, each reciting Pi in a different Dialect.
When darkness engulfed everything, the Monitor Curve from his mother's hospital bed appeared on Zhou Hang's retina. He suddenly realized that this Death Loop, which had persisted for over four hundred times, might actually be the Extracorporeal Circulation Machine that sustained life in the real world.
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