Reborn mosquito, wreaking havoc on your life!

Chapter 126 I am trapped in the same day

Night falls.

The Florida night sky is filled with faint starlight.

Jiang Huai, a mosquito, flies at night without making any sound, like a ghost.

At this moment, Jiang Huai was preparing to use his god-level talent to weave the third round of dreams.

This time, the conditions for entering the dream were overseas Chinese and Americans who had not entered the dream in the previous two times.

There are about 60,000 Chinese immigrants in Florida, and the remaining 40,000 dreamers are Americans.

As Jiang Huai's thoughts expanded, an invisible magnetic field formed around him, gradually spreading outward and infiltrating into the eligible sleepers in Florida.

Everyone's dream is independent. There will be no intersection between them, and there will be no connection between dreams.

……

Eight in the morning.

Arthur Blood woke up from his dream.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes and muttered:

"Fuck! Damn black-hearted boss, he makes me work hard every day but only pays me a small salary."

He climbed out of bed, stepped on the cold floor, his heart full of complaints about life.

Arthur is an auto mechanic in Orlando, Florida, and work is his daily focus.

Although he didn't like the job very much, life had to go on.

Arthur's breakfast was a piece of dry bread. He spread some butter on it and turned on the TV while eating.

"Today is January 1th, Thursday."

Glancing at the TV time, Arthur was already looking forward to having a rest day, Saturday, the day after tomorrow.

After breakfast, Arthur hurried out of the apartment, shivering at the cold wind blowing in his face.

The auto repair shop was not far from his home. He took this route almost every day, and the scenes along the way were very familiar to him.

Low buildings, small roadside shops, and busy pedestrians form part of his daily life.

At the repair shop, Arthur plunged into a tiring day of work.

The tools in his hands flew around in his hands as he disassembled, repaired, and reassembled them; every movement was already familiar to him.

Although work is uneventful, after get off work, Arthur has his own time.

After get off work, Arthur went to the bar as usual. He liked to drink and hunt for beauties.

Amid the noise of the bar, Arthur put all his worries behind him and enjoyed the moment of indulgence.

Late at night, he walked out of the bar drunk.

Arthur shivered as the cold wind blew, thinking to himself:
"This day has been really uneventful, but luckily I have just one more day of work before I can rest."

When he got home, Arthur fell heavily on the bed, closed his eyes, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

……

The next morning.

The sun shone through the curtains into Arthur's apartment, illuminating his slightly messy room.

He woke up from his dream, rubbed his eyes, and felt a surge of excitement in his heart.

Because tomorrow is Saturday, he can escape from this heavy work and enjoy a leisurely weekend.

Arthur stood up with a relaxed smile on his face. He was in a particularly good mood and had already imagined how he would play tomorrow.

After breakfast, Arthur went to work.

Walking into the auto repair shop, Arthur greeted his colleague Wilson and happily discussed his weekend plans.

"Hey, Wilson, where are you going tomorrow? I want to go to the beach!"

Wilson looked strange and frowned.
"Arthur, are you crazy? Today is Thursday, tomorrow is Friday, and the day after tomorrow is Saturday!"

Arthur was stunned, and there was a buzzing in his mind.

He couldn't believe his ears and was full of doubts.

He quickly took out his cell phone and confirmed today's date.

The word Thursday clearly appeared on the screen, which made his heart sink.

"That's not right. Today is Friday, and yesterday was just Thursday. I even had KFC with you at noon yesterday!"

He muttered in disbelief.

Wilson shook his head helplessly, the corners of his mouth twitching: "Are you hallucinating? I took a leave yesterday and didn't come to work."

Arthur felt a panic in his heart.

He remembered clearly that Wilson had asked for leave the day before yesterday, which was Wednesday, the day before yesterday.

If so, then why is today Thursday?

Arthur had several questions circling in his mind, and his heart ached:
"Did I gain an extra day of memory? Or did I go back to Thursday?"

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, the hustle and bustle around him became distant, and Arthur's thoughts were in a mess.

"Are you OK?"

Wilson asked with concern:
"You look distracted."

"I...I'm fine."

Arthur tried hard to calm himself down and act as nonchalant as possible.

However, that weird feeling in my mind has already taken root.

The morning's work was spent in a daze.

Whenever Arthur lowered his head and concentrated on repairing the car, uneasy thoughts would always flash through his mind.

He raised his head and looked out the window from time to time, wondering what was going on in his mind.

"Should I go see a doctor?"

Arthur began to question himself.

At lunch time, Arthur and Wilson had KFC together.

The two of them ate in silence, and the atmosphere seemed a little awkward.

Wilson, a colleague, tried to lighten the mood and asked:

"Have you been under too much pressure at work recently? I heard that you've been hanging out at the bar every night."

"Maybe."

Arthur forced a smile, but couldn't really relax. The anxiety in his heart grew stronger, as if an invisible hand was tightly strangling his throat.

After lunch, Arthur returned to the repair shop and continued to work absent-mindedly.

When he finished work in the afternoon, he finally couldn't help asking Wilson:
"Did you really not come to work yesterday?"

"Of course, I took a day off yesterday."

Wilson answered seriously.

Arthur's mind was shaken again!
Finally, he finished a day's work and returned home with a lot of questions in his mind.

As soon as the door closed, he slumped down on the sofa, staring at the ceiling, his heart heavy as lead.

"How come I have one more day of memory?"

Arthur was completely sleepless that night.

He tossed and turned, with countless confused and uneasy thoughts echoing in his mind.

The mobile phone became his only hope. The time on the screen passed slowly, and every second was like a stretching shadow, making him feel uneasy.

"What exactly is going on?"

Arthur muttered to himself.

Arthur, who had stayed up all night, finally waited until dawn.

When the hands of the mobile phone clock pointed to eight o'clock in the morning on January 1th.

Arthur let out a long breath, and everything seemed normal.

However, in the blink of an eye, he found that he was no longer sitting on the sofa in the living room, but on the bed in the bedroom!

Arthur stood up suddenly, his eyes widened and his heartbeat accelerated violently!
His eyes quickly swept to the mobile phone screen beside the bed, which clearly displayed the time:

January 1, 12 am, Thursday.

"Wardfa?"

Arthur muttered, his throat tightening as if something was blocking his breathing.

"I'm... stuck on Thursday? In a loop? It starts at eight in the morning, ends at eight the next day, and twenty-four hours later it's Thursday again?"

Arthur's voice trembled, and he felt an uncontrollable fear in his heart.

All the rationality in his mind collapsed in an instant, and he seemed to fall into an endless abyss of darkness.

(End of this chapter)