Living in the Hong Kong Film World

Chapter 796 It's Really Busy
After returning to the urban area, Feinan randomly found a middle-aged man with a similar figure on the street, changed his appearance into that man's appearance, and opened a room in the Huamao Hotel opposite Huizhong Hotel, facing Huizhong Hotel. Chinese restaurant.

As the sky was getting dark, he stood in front of the window, lit a cigarette, and while smoking, looked at the gradually lit windows of Huizhong Hotel across the street.

Soon, he saw himself returning with Huanhuan and Qiangzi.

Maybe it was because the distance was too far, or maybe he was used to it, but this time his headache was much milder than when he saw himself before.

Backing away from the window, he called up the map, watched the cursors of Huanhuan and Qiangzi pause for a moment, and then entered the hotel.

When he returned to the window, the sky was completely dark. He didn't turn on the light, and put out the cigarette butt, and stood quietly waiting in front of the window.

Not long after, he saw a familiar figure stepping into the restaurant, that was himself from the last backtracking.

Seeing this, he couldn't help but sighed.

It's getting more and more chaotic. It's conservatively estimated that he alone has at least three rooms in these two hotels.

Going back a few more times, I'm afraid he won't even be able to pay the rent.

The money in his account did not follow back.

Taking out the binoculars from the treasure bag, he looked at the window of his room opposite.

From his angle, he could just see the desk by the window.

About this time, he was thinking, a bright light appeared behind the desk, it was the hallway light that was opened and shone into the room.

Soon, he saw a familiar face, which was his changed appearance in the last retrospective.

Taking a step back, he turned and stood by the window, leaning against the wall, lowered his head and lit a cigarette.

He remembered that after going back, he suspected that he was being watched, and he once searched this side.

After quietly smoking, he put out the cigarette butt, stood back in front of the window again, raised his binoculars, and looked at the window.

He over there had given up observing and turned to look at the teacup on the table.

Soon, he over there urged his thoughts to get out the tea in the teacup, then took out the paper from the drawer, and wrote a note.

After writing a piece of paper first, he took back the pen, looked at the note, hesitated for a moment, then suddenly squeezed the note into a ball, stuffed it into his pocket, then wrote a new note, and put it back on the table.

Then, he turned around and came to the side of the small bed, gently rubbed Huanhuan's head, looked at it quietly for a while, then turned and left.

Feinan stood by the window, looking at the note on the table, his eyes flickering.

He couldn't bring himself to see the note.

According to his understanding, there should be two possible ways to get out of the space-time vortex.

The first is to go back to before the backtracking, and tell yourself before the backtracking through some methods, so that you don't go back, and prevent the generation of the space-time vortex from the root.

Just like the note that No. [-] mysterious person left him.

But judging from the current situation, it should have no effect.

Even after receiving the warning, he still inevitably backtracked.

It may be that mysterious person No. [-] is also very clear that it is useless, so he just mentioned it at the end without any hope.

However, the second possible method was also mentioned in the note, which was the third reminder: Huanhuan must die.

Now it seems that the meaning of this prompt is obvious.

Huanhuan must die, telling him not to interfere with the development of the original timeline, and when the current self goes back, it will be his return time.

But that would also cause a consequence, that is, Huanhuan's death.

Jumping out of the vortex of time and space, do you need to pay the price of Huanhuan's life?
His heart is a little heavy.

Suddenly, there was a slight change in his vision, and he looked at the opposite window again, only to see a figure flashing in front of the desk, it was himself again!
what?
Where did that come from again?

His eyes widened, a little startled.

That "Feinan" looked around for a week, then came to the desk, reached out and picked up the note on the desk to scan his eyes.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Feinan felt that "Feinan" glanced over his position from the corner of his eye as if nothing had happened.

Another self appeared?
Backtracking from the future too?

How many Feinans does fucking have now?

"Depend on!"

Feinan couldn't help cursing in a low voice.

In the opposite room, "Fernan No. [-]" shook his head, curled the note into a ball, took out another note, put it on the table, and then disappeared without a trace in a flash.

What are you doing?Where did he go?
Feinan was stunned.

After hesitating for a moment, he suddenly got up, left the room, and went directly to the Huizhong Hotel opposite.

Quickly changing his appearance back to his own, Feinan strode into the restaurant.

"Huh? Mr. Fei? You're back?"

The lobby manager was a little puzzled when he saw Feinan coming in.

In the afternoon, he saw Feinan bring his two children back with his own eyes, and he had never gone out again. Why did he suddenly come back from outside now?
"Oh, I went out to do some errands just now."

After a casual sentence, Feinan went straight into the elevator.

Turning back into a middle-aged man again, Feinan came to the door of the room.

He sighed with emotion, looked back and forth to make sure there was no one there, so he mobilized his thoughts and quietly opened the door.

When he came to the desk, he looked at the note on the desk. There were only five words on the note: You drink it yourself.

He has the same purpose as me?
Feinan frowned and thought, that "Number Three" seemed to be doing the same thing as him.

Does that mean that what he is doing now is the correct way?
Picking up the note and looking it over carefully, he shook his head.

Even if that "number three" had the same purpose as him, it was too careless.

The note in the No. [-] timeline was obviously placed in a drawer, so why did he put it on the table?
Gently opening the drawer, Feinan put the note in and closed it again.

Glancing at the sleeping Huanhuan, a trace of apology flashed in his eyes, he bowed his head and turned to leave.

After leaving Huizhong directly, he returned to Huamao's room.

When he came to the window, he just picked up the binoculars when he saw that the door of the opposite room was opened again.

It's a lot of fun tonight.

Shaking his head, Feinan looked at Feinan who came in again, and secretly judged that the one who came in this time should be the current self.

This time, "Feinan No. [-]" came directly to the table, picked up the teacup and passed it to his mouth, but stopped halfway and looked around vigilantly.

He turned his back and hid by the window, Feinan felt a little lucky.

Fortunately, finally no newcomers appeared.

Calling up the map, he saw Xu Wenqiang who was attending the party of the Ministry of Construction and Construction. He got on the elevator and probably went to find himself.

Everything seemed to be on the right track, he exhaled, went back to the bed, and lay back on the bed straight.

Next, all he has to do is do nothing.

He has to wait patiently, until the day he goes back, he will reconnect the broken timeline and break the reincarnation of the space-time vortex.

(End of this chapter)