How am I supposed to get the camera into my own hands?
In the shadows of the apartment, Lin An stared heavily at the camera in his hands, his mind racing.
He could feel the camera's weight, and he could feel that he had a physical body. Yet in the original body's eyes, he seemed not to exist.
When he first saw the original body, the camera in his hands had slipped and fallen. Logically speaking, even if the original body couldn't see him, it should have noticed something dropping.
Did he simply not notice, or could he really not see me? Could he be unable to come into contact with anything related to me?
No. If I had no way to contact the original body, how did I give him the camera last time?
But that doesn't make sense either. If he could only not see me, why did I only give him the camera last time and do nothing afterward?
I could have left a note. I could have taken the initiative to contact myself.
Frowning deeply, Lin An did his utmost to think through the relationship between himself and his original body.
There were three main problems before him now.
1. What could he do to help himself? How could he give himself the camera, and how could he find a way to tell himself the second piece of information from the television?
2. How had he died in the previous round? Why hadn't he saved himself? It seemed as if he hadn't done anything at all.
3. If this was the Third Round, then what had happened to him in the First Round?
Thus, Lin An needed to reconstruct at least three timelines.
He also had to reconstruct three versions of himself.
That meant the choices