When he got home, his father hadn''t gotten up yet. Wade went straight back to his room and locked the door.


    The music box and notebook were in front of him, and he didn''t know what to do. When he opened the lid, the music box played a classic waltz. It was a mechanical structure and didn''t need batteries. All the drawers were empty and ordinary.


    The key was that notebook. There must be something recorded in it. Wade guessed whether it was Lewis''s mental journey or a criminal record. So he didn''t want to read it, fearing trouble.


    But if a dead person left something for him, he would feel uncomfortable if he didn''t take a look at it.


    Just take a look. If there is anything related to the case, just hand it in.


    After making up his mind, Wade finally opened the notebook. The first impression was that the writer was not well educated and the handwriting was very distorted, so it looked messy at a glance. If you look closely, there are many typos. Some of them are not written well and are even directly scribbled. It feels like they are just writing for the sake of writing.


    However, when Wade carefully read the content, these are nothing.


    The first page of the notebook with content is the words written to Wade - yes, it is written to him by name.


    "Wade, hello. You have seen this, which means it has started again. I know you don''t understand it now, and I was also shocked at the time. You just need to look back and you will understand.


    I don''t know how many times this has happened to me. Thanks to the last time I thought of writing it down and you reminded me, I wrote it down again. I am not well educated, and I may forget the words when I pick up the pen, so my writing may be messy. But it is always good to write it down, so that you can trust me more.


    This music box was what my daughter wanted to give me back then. When I first found out, I was so desperate that I wanted to die. I really think it was because of me that my daughter committed suicide. I am not a good mother - if she really gave this to me, I would only blame her for spending money recklessly.


    It was your appearance that saved my life. That night I was standing by the river, trying to go in, the music box started playing, and I saw the note you wrote in the box below. It said: Hello, my name is Wade.


    To me, it was like God was helping me, telling me that I couldn''t die yet. You told me that you said I would kill someone in 2015. Later I realized that it wasn''t the first time we met like this. I tried for a long time, but the results were the same, but I didn''t lose heart, because I knew that I was looking for the murderer of my daughter.


    My daughter didn''t commit suicide, nor did your sister, and there were many others who didn''t commit suicide. You have to believe me.


    If I meet you in the end, I will still give you these two things, which means that the real murderer is still alive. Why should he live? I am unwilling to accept it. So I want to start over again, even if I am shot a few more times, as long as I can start over, it doesn’t matter.


    I know you must think I am crazy now, it’s okay, it’s okay if you don’t help me later. You can read the rest slowly, now I only ask you to do one thing, that is, write a note and put it in the grid under the music box. You can write anything, or not write anything, just put it in.


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    You will know that what I said is true. You will save my life more than ten years ago.


    Thank you. It is you who gave me hope. "


    It is no exaggeration to say that Wade was so surprised that he slammed his face on the notebook. He stood up unconsciously, biting his nails and pacing in circles. This can explain the strange words Lewis said to him during the death penalty review, because Lewis knew that the time and space door between them would only open after the death penalty, which had nothing to do with him before, so he knew nothing. But Wade is a staunch atheist, and his rationality does not allow him to easily believe such things.


    He glanced at the music box from time to time, and felt that there were two of him pulling.


    If - Wade couldn''t help thinking - if this was really not the first time he and Lewis had a cross-time and space connection, then how did he do it before.


    Thinking like this, Wade finally sat back in his chair, tore off a note, thought for a long time before writing "Hello, my name is Wade", folded it into a very small square and put it in the small drawer under the music box.


    It was only after putting it in that Wade suddenly realized that what he wrote was exactly the same as what was recorded in Lewis''s notebook. He didn''t know if he was affected, but he suddenly got goose bumps.


    However, in the next few minutes, Wade kept opening the drawer, and the note was still there, nothing happened. He began to despise himself for believing such nonsense.


    Just then, the sound of his father coughing came from outside the door. It was very long and didn''t stop for a long time. It felt like his lungs were about to cough out. Wade opened the door and saw his father frantically looking for water to drink. He turned his head and saw him, and immediately pretended to be fine.


    "If you feel uncomfortable, go to the hospital." Wade said coldly.


    "Why? It''s not a serious problem. If you go to the hospital, you will be diagnosed with a disease even if you are not sick."


    It was the same argument again, and Wade was too lazy to refute it. He couldn''t help thinking that if his mother had paid more attention and went to the hospital earlier when she gave birth to his sister, maybe his mother would not have died.


    Thinking of this, Wade didn''t want to persuade anymore. He turned back to the house, took out an envelope with a few hundred dollars in it, and put it in front of his father.


    "I''ll be back in the afternoon. This is for you. It''s for your meals. Don''t use it to play cards. I won''t give you any more if you lose it all."


    Dad hurriedly took the money to the inner room and hid it. His voice was full of joy: "Leaving so soon?"


    "I have work to do."


    Anyway, no one really wanted to keep him.


    Wade went back and didn''t care about the music box anymore, but he still put it and the notebook into his bag when he packed his luggage. He seemed to want to forget about it and didn''t want to pay too much attention to it.


    However, Wade still couldn''t fall asleep in the long-distance sleeper in the middle of the night. He turned over and wanted to look at the notebook again. Unexpectedly, the music box suddenly played crisply, which was particularly harsh in the long-distance car at night. Wade was startled and tried to turn it off in a hurry, but the drawer under the music box was thrown open.


    At this moment, the music box stopped by itself, but Wade''s heartbeat did not calm down so quickly. He saw that his note was still in it, and thought that he should have taken it out and ended this farce.


    However, when his nails touched the note, he suddenly straightened his back and hit his head on the roof.


    He had the habit of folding things by himself, and he knew how many folds he had made, but now the note was different from when he put it in.


    Wade opened the notepad in disbelief and found an extra line of words under his words, in the same font as Lewis''s note: "My name is Lewis. Who are you? How did you do it?"


    The bus passed somewhere outside, and suddenly several very bright lights came through the gaps in the curtains, sweeping white cutting lines in the car. Wade held the note in his hand, feeling time passing through his body and pulling him into the time and space tunnel.


    The look and words of Lewis when they last met, the dim light in the gift shop, the words on the notebook... these fragments intertwined and kept flashing in Wade''s mind.


    It''s all true. Even if Wade doesn''t want to believe it, it''s true.


    Lewis is dead, but the Lewis writing on the paper is still alive.


    What year is it on the other side now? Thinking of this, Wade immediately added a sentence below: "It''s 2015 here, what time is it on your side?"


    The moment Wade closed the music box drawer, he actually felt a glimmer of hope in his heart. If Lewis was in the distant past, would he have a chance to save his sister who committed suicide?