Chapter 241: My Name Is Han Yimo
My name is Han Yimo.
I'm not lying.
Well... I guess I did lie a little.
But that doesn't matter anymore.
Can someone please come save me?
Fuck, my life is stuck!!
Why?! Can anyone tell me why?!
Why am I trapped in this same day forever?!
It's a curse, right? Yeah, it has to be a curse from that incident. Otherwise, I can't explain this phenomenon at all.
But that thing really wasn't my fault. I've already deeply realized my mistake.
The problem is, no one ever gave me a chance to make amends!
As the administrator of an old forum, watching our page views drop every single day, I was more anxious than anyone else.
I really didn't think it through at the time. I just wanted to make the forum more popular.
So I found a picture of a pretty girl online and made up a story on the spot. Sure, the story I wrote was pretty disgusting, but I swear I made it all up. That girl didn't even know the middle-aged guy standing next to her.
But who would have guessed that girl lived in the same city as me?!
And who could have predicted this thing would spread faster than the plague?!
I deleted the post as soon as I could, but the netizens were already out of control...
They were like leeches that had been starving for ages, suddenly catching the scent of a juicy, bloody piece of meat. They swarmed all over it.
Countless people called the girl a slut, a whore, a modern-day Pan Jinlian.
Some even swore they had other dirt on her. One after another claimed they'd slept with her, telling their stories with vivid detail, even posting a few blurry photos where you couldn't even see her face clearly.
I never imagined human nature could be so vile. So I immediately made a follow-up post, stating that the story I wrote was entirely fabricated, and that the girl and that middle-aged man had nothing to do with each other.
But my clarification post barely got any views. It sank to the bottom instantly.
There was no way I could stop the netizens from doxxing her. I heard a bunch of them found her house and spray-painted vulgar insults all over her walls.
The girl couldn't handle the massive wave of online and offline abuse and rumors. In the end, she killed herself.
And my curse started that very day.
Three hours after the girl's suicide, the whole earth began to shake, as if the gods themselves were furious.
I clearly remember dying in that earthquake, but then I turned around and found myself in a dream. I dreamed I entered a strange room.
What happened next was just too terrifying. The game in that room was called "The Liar." Eight of us sat together, and we had to vote for who was lying.
But no matter who I voted for, I would end up being brutally killed by that goat-masked figure.
This dream was way too real.
After getting killed in the dream, I'd return to the day before the earthquake. Then I'd watch the girl get bombarded with hatred from every direction, receive the news of her suicide, die in the earthquake again, and then dream again.
Day after day. My life was stuck.
What kind of curse is this?
How can a curse be this powerful?
Did someone put a hex on me?!
After getting killed by the goat mask over a dozen times in a row, I couldn't take it anymore.
I decided to find a way to break through.
If I couldn't escape this day, I would definitely lose my mind.
Since my curse originated from that girl, I decided to try and save her in real life, no matter what.
After all, I was trapped on the same day, so I could know everything that would happen.
Using the info the netizens had dug up, I found the girl's house. It had already been trashed beyond recognition by those "righteous crusaders."
Red paint was splattered all over her front door, and the walls were covered with the word "SLUT."
When I knocked on the door, I first saw the girl's parents, decked out in protective gear. They had dark circles under their eyes, messy hair, and held a cleaver and a spatula, looking ready to fight anyone at a moment's notice.
I told them why I'd come, but they didn't believe me. It wasn't until I said, "I'm the one who started the rumor," that their expressions finally changed.
I thought they'd let me see the girl, but instead, her father chopped me to death with that cleaver.
I really brought this on myself.
Can anyone understand how utterly devastated I was?
Even after getting chopped to death, I still couldn't escape the curse. I fucking dreamed again!
That same damn room! The same eight people! The same "Liar"! The same death!
Fuck, someone tell me what I'm supposed to pick?!
I AM THE FUCKING LIAR MYSELF!
This game has way too many loopholes. Even if everyone votes for me, I die. If they don't vote for me, I still die.
I suspect this game was created just to kill me.
Those days, I was going insane. Every time I opened my eyes, I was either before the earthquake or in that dark room.
No matter what I did, I died. It felt like Death had hooked his scythe around my neck and forced me to do calisthenics—if I moved, I died; if I didn't move, I still died.
I felt like I'd almost collected every possible way to die in this world.
To escape this terrifying loop, to avoid receiving that tragic news about the girl, every time I woke up, I locked myself in a closet.
I knew running away wasn't a good solution, but I honestly couldn't think of anything better.
But gradually, in the pitch-black darkness, I started seeing that girl's photo.
It was like it was etched into my eyeballs, impossible to erase.
After a while longer, I could hear the girl's voice.
She whispered softly in my ear—telling me how much she was suffering, how unjust her death was.
A few more days, and I started feeling like the girl was standing right beside me in the darkness.
I had never been so terrified in my entire life.
After that, I could no longer stand being in closed, dark spaces... Otherwise, the girl's hallucination would appear and tell me how unjustly she died.
Yes, I KNOW you died unjustly... I'm trying to save you, damn it!
It wasn't until I'd looped over thirty times that I finally managed to save the girl.
But the price of that rescue was pretty steep—I killed the girl's parents, who had been blocking me from seeing her.
I knew I'd gone crazy. To save one person, I killed two.
But did I have a better choice?
No, I didn't. If I couldn't save this girl who was about to kill herself, my curse would never be broken.
I told her everything was my fault and begged for her forgiveness, but her mental state was completely wrecked. She quickly lost her mind.
She must have had severe depression. All she could think about was ending her life.
After another three or five loops, I finally found the right way to save this girl.
First, I had to kill her parents. Then I'd tie the girl up and restrain her. Next, I'd stuff a towel in her mouth to stop her from biting her tongue. If possible, I'd break her arms and legs to make sure she couldn't move.
Is that twisted?
Yeah, it's completely twisted.
Even though I look no different from a psycho killer, the ironic part is... I'm doing this to save her life.
But what the hell is this curse?!
I clearly saved the girl! I made sure she lived!
But the earthquake still came!
And I ended up in that dream room again!
Another vote! Again!
GET AWAY FROM ME!
AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!
Can someone please save me?!
After about seventy or eighty loops, I completely gave up on trying to save that girl.
Because I realized that no matter how many times I saved her, that terrifying earthquake and nightmare would still come.
At that point, another thought occurred to me... What if my curse had nothing to do with the girl?
What if the nightmare at night was the real curse?
To escape, I had to solve the "Liar" game at night?
This idea got me excited.
Was it because I hadn't picked the right "Liar" that I kept coming back to this same day?