Time for my love

After experiencing such a strange event, Amy was listless when she returned to work at the United Nations

She was like a body without a soul, mechanically shuttling around every corner of the office. Her mind seemed to be filled with a thick fog, and she was in a daze. When she came out of the bathroom,.

Amy happened to meet her colleague Cindy. The moment her eyes fell on Cindy, her heart tightened suddenly. She clearly remembered that Cindy was the first victim in the "footless case".

Amy's heart instantly plunged into a contradictory struggle. Her eyes revealed confusion and hesitation, and her lips trembled slightly as if she wanted to say something but didn't know where to start. Cindy stood there.

staring at Amy in confusion, with a trace of impatience in her eyes. After a while, as if offended by Amy's gaze, she glared at Amy fiercely. That look was like a sharp dagger, cold and full of hostility

Amy's mouth opened slightly, and something seemed to be stuck in her throat, so she couldn't make a sound for a long time. Her heart was violently struggling between being driven by conscience and the inertia of minding her own business. Eventually, she chose to be silent and just quietly watched Cindy turn around and leave the bathroom with that inexplicable hostility.

Amy had always been like this. She didn't like to meddle in other people's affairs and always maintained a respectful attitude among colleagues. But for some reason, every time Cindy saw her, she always carried an obvious hostility, as if there were some irresolvable knots between them. This hostility was like thorns hidden in the dark, stabbing Amy's nerves from time to time.

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Amy returned to her workstation, and Cindy's matter was like a tangled mess, endlessly winding in her mind. She tried to focus her attention on work, but those strange cases were like surging tides, violently hitting her thoughts wave after wave. At the same time, Cindy's hostile eyes also flashed in this tide of thoughts from time to time, alternately emerging and making her extremely upset.

The documents on the desk had piled up like a mountain. Those papers seemed to be silently urging her, but she just stared blankly, her fingers unconsciously rubbing the edge of the papers gently, like a helpless person

trapped in a maze and unable to find the exit.

A colleague beside her noticed Amy's absent - mindedness, leaned over slightly and asked softly, "Amy, what's wrong with you today? Why do you look in such a bad state?" Amy was suddenly awakened as if by a thunderbolt and quickly came to her senses. She forced the corners of her mouth to rise and managed to squeeze out a faint smile, replying, "It's nothing. Maybe I haven't had a good rest recently and I'm a little tired."

After work, Amy walked home alone.

The noise on the street seemed to come from another distant world, as if separated from her by a thick barrier. Her thoughts were still trapped in those complicated events, like being tightly bound by an invisible and huge net and difficult to break free. When she passed by a fishpond in a street - side park, she saw a figure. It was an elderly figure, sitting on a bench and fishing leisurely. This figure made Amy feel both familiar and strange.

It was familiar because the figure faintly exuded a sense of intimacy that touched her heart; it was strange because she was very sure that she had never seen this elderly person before. The elderly person seemed to notice Amy's approach. He slowly raised his head, with an indescribable affection in his eyes, but also seemed to hide endless despair.

His eyes were like a deep ocean, containing countless stories and emotions. His voice was a little hoarse and sounded full of vicissitudes as he said softly, "Amy, you're here." Amy was full of doubts and involuntarily stopped walking, asking, "Who are you? Why are you here?" The elderly person sighed slightly, put down his fishing rod, locked his eyes on Amy and said slowly, "Amy, who I am is not important. I know you are troubled by many things right now, those strange cases and all kinds of things about Cindy. I also know that you want to take risks for some people, just like you got involved in those dangerous things before." Amy was even more confused, with her eyes full of questions: "What on earth are you talking about? How do you know these things?" The elderly person smiled bitterly, and that smile was full of bitterness and helplessness: "Amy, that world is in your memory, those beautiful memories, those things you cherish." Amy frowned, trying to find more clues from the elderly person's words. A complex emotion flashed in the elderly person's eyes, including moved, helpless and deeply nostalgic: "Amy, you are a kind person. But once the trajectory of some fates is changed, it may bring unexpected consequences. You just need to remember, don't take risks for a goal that may lead you to a desperate situation. There are still many wonderful things in your life worth cherishing." After saying these words, the elderly person picked up the fishing rod again and stared quietly at the water surface in the fishpond, as if lost in deep memories. Amy stood there, full of doubts and shock in her heart. She knew that this elderly person must be inextricably linked to the things she had experienced, but she couldn't figure out what was going on at all.

...

Amy's body trembled slightly. Her thoughts seemed to be trapped in a chaotic mire and she couldn't understand no matter what how Cindy had died so strangely. Her mind was like an out - of - control projector, constantly replaying various fragments related to Cindy. From Cindy's hostile eyes in the bathroom to the mysterious words the elderly person had spoken not long ago, all of these were like a jumbled mess, wantonly winding and tangling in her mind. She clearly remembered that the first "footless case" was supposed to happen in June, but it was only March now. How could the case be advanced? Was it because of some of her actions that something had been changed? Amy felt an impulse in her heart to contact the police officer, but she hesitated as soon as she picked up the phone. She was afraid that if she got too involved in this case, the police would misunderstand her even more seriously.

Amy, like a person who had lost her soul, randomly cooked a bowl of instant noodles in the kitchen. She ate silently, but it tasted like chewing wax, with all those messy things in her head. After eating the instant noodles, she mechanically washed up and then climbed into bed. She closed her eyes, trying to fall asleep, but those complicated thoughts were like a herd of unruly wild horses, rampaging through her mind, and she couldn't fall asleep at all. Just as she was about to fall into a hazy sleep, the phone rang sharply, making her shudder all over. She reached out and picked up the phone, and the police officer's serious voice came from the receiver: "Ms. Amy, Tom's sister Kelly has been killed." Amy's heart tightened suddenly, and she asked in disbelief: "Officer, what did you say? Kelly has been killed?" The police officer replied heavily: "Yes, and when the body was found, her feet... were missing." Amy's eyes widened, and a chill rose straight from the bottom of her heart. She hesitated for a moment and asked careful: "Officer, was she found at No. 52 Nansheng Street?" The police officer was obviously stunned on the other end of the phone, and his voice was full of confusion: "Ms. Amy, how do you know this location? We haven't announced this news yet." Amy thought to herself that the location was exactly the same as in her memory, only the timeline had been advanced again. She didn't know how to answer the police officer and stammered: "I... I'm not sure either. I just had a sudden feeling."

The police officer's tone became even more puzzled: "Ms. Amy, your feeling is very strange. Do you know something about this case but haven't told us?" Amy was startled and quickly explained: "Officer, I really don't. I just had too many things happen today and my mind is a bit of a mess." The police officer didn't seem to believe her completely, but he didn't pursue it further either. He just said: "Ms. Amy, anyway, you were the last person to see Cindy. Come to the police station tomorrow. We need to take your statement." Amy nodded helplessly: "Okay, officer." The police officer then reminded: "Don't think too much tonight. Have a good rest." Amy replied and then hung up the phone. She wrapped herself in the quilt but couldn't fall asleep no matter what. Her mind kept guessing the reasons behind all of this, and all kinds of thoughts intertwined, making her feel that she was about to be swallowed up by these unknown fears. In a daze, she suddenly heard the sound of a radio. That sound was extremely abrupt in the silent night, and her nerves tensed up immediately. She got up and walked towards the source of the sound, and found that it was the radio in the corner that was making the sound. Just as she was approaching the radio, the phone rang again. She picked up the phone, and a young voice came from the receiver: "Hello, is this Amy? I'm Tom." Amy was stunned. She couldn't believe her ears: "Tom? Which Tom are you?" Tom on the other end of the phone seemed a little confused: "I'm Tom. Today is my first day of college freshman registration. I just arrived at the dormitory. I found this phone number in the dormitory. For some reason, I had a strong feeling that I must call this number." Amy's mind couldn't turn around for a while, and she stammered: "Tom, you... how did you get my phone number? What on earth is going on?" Tom laughed on the phone: "I don't know either. It's like there is some mysterious force guiding me. By the way, who are you? Why do I feel that your voice seems very familiar?"