I'm not a drama god

The whole room was hung with pale silk, making it look depressing and dull.

Many figures surrounded a middle-aged woman, expressing their regret and consolation. At this time, the woman sat down on the ground weakly, holding a black and white photo frame in her arms, and burst into tears.

The moment he saw the woman, Chen Ling's heart suddenly twisted...

That's his mother.

The first time Chen Ling entered the archive, she didn't have the courage to see her mother again, but this time, Chen Ling didn't want to escape anymore...

Chen Ling is too tired.

After all this journey, he was exhausted both physically and mentally. He had accumulated too many secrets and shouldered too much pressure. Even Chen Ling was close to collapse... Even if it was just a false illusion, he wanted to talk to his mother.

That may be his only comfort now.

However, the moment Chen Ling took a step forward, everything around her suddenly distorted, like a stage with a hypocritical curtain removed.

Chen Ling seemed to sense something and suddenly turned his head to look behind him. A pair of playful scarlet eyes were gradually disappearing into nothingness as the curtain disappeared...

"audience"?

How did they get here?

Chen Ling turned around blankly, looking in the direction of his home, and the next moment his pupils suddenly contracted!

"Where's Zhou Ling's father?"

"Still in the hospital, discussing Ah Ling's funeral arrangements... They asked Xiuyun to come back first to collect his belongings."

"Have you seen Ah Ling's...body?"

"I saw it, poor kid... During the earthquake, all the cars on the road lost control, a big truck rushed onto the sidewalk, and the whole person was crushed..."

"At the hospital, Caiyun held A Ling's hand and cried for more than an hour, and was eventually taken away by his father..."

"Alas...God doesn't have a good eye."

The middle-aged woman was still sitting on the ground with red eyes, but her appearance had become something Chen Ling had never seen before... Including the relatives surrounding her, they were all completely unfamiliar. Chen Ling swore that she had never seen them before.

Even the black and white photo in the woman's arms changed from Chen Ling to another older young man...

He wore glasses, had a smile on his face, and looked weak and gentle.

"Do not……"

Chen Ling stared at this scene blankly, his face extremely pale, "This is impossible... How could this happen..."

A strange mother, strange relatives, a strange home... The loved ones who were so close to her just now suddenly became strangers, which made Chen Ling feel like she was struck by lightning.

Chen Ling instinctively rushed forward and pushed through the crowd!

"Who are you?" several strangers at the door asked in surprise.

Chen Ling did not answer. He rushed into the house and found that all the furnishings inside had changed. He rushed into every room like crazy, as if he wanted to find any trace of his existence...

"No, who are you?! What on earth do you want to do?" A middle-aged man stopped Chen Ling with an angry look.

"I'm Chen Ling!! Where is Zhang Caiyun?"

"Zhang Caiyun? Where is Zhang Caiyun... This is Li Xiuyun's house. Did you find the wrong door?"

"Isn't this 901?!"

"Yes."

"Then this is my home! I've lived here for more than ten years, I can't be wrong!" Chen Ling stared with bloodshot eyes, "12, Unit 901, Building , Jingqiu Community! My name is written on the property certificate! My name is Chen Ling!"

The man was stunned for a moment.

"Jingqiu Community... What are you talking about? This is Country Garden." He frowned, "I'm a real estate agent. I've never heard of Jingqiu Community in the entire Shangjing City."

Chen Ling was stunned.

Everything he remembered was replaced by another family...

Do not,

perhaps,

He never existed.

Chen Ling staggered back a few steps. The unprecedented pain made him unable to think. The confusion engraved deep in his heart once again flooded into his mind.

"Home is fake...school is fake...work is fake...then what is real?!!"

"What on earth am I..."

"Who is it?"

……

"Whoever you are..."

"I believe you once."

Yao slowly stood up from the thick snow. At his feet were all kinds of strange objects... branches, hens, crosses, and a large number of animal hearts.

The tattered gray coat swayed in the cold wind, Yao's cheeks were frozen red, he looked up, his eyes full of determination.

"If this damn thing really works, I am willing to give you everything... If my illness shows no signs of recovery after the ritual, then those dreams will just be dreams... I will no longer believe in witches, nor will I accept the things you instill in me."

"My parents said they have contacted a famous doctor in District 2 who can replace my heart... Even if it fails this time, I still have a chance to survive."

Black blood flowed out from Yao's seven orifices, dripping onto the black formation beneath him. The mixed aura of witchcraft spread along the lines of the formation, connecting it into a chaotic mass like pollution. Looking down from the sky, it looked like meaningless graffiti.

at the same time,

An inexplicable feeling surged into Chen Ling's heart, as if she was trapped in some kind of extreme darkness, but she heard someone whispering her name...

"Who is...calling me?"

……

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Chen Ling held his head, feeling as if his whole body was about to break apart. Everything in his memory fell into chaos, and the past, which he had believed in so deeply, began to reveal its true face little by little.

"No...no..."

"wrong!"

"It was wrong from the beginning..."

"I'm not Chen Ling, nor am I a time traveler... I am..."

……

theater.

Under the pale spotlight, Chen Ling knelt on the ground, her face extremely hideous...

Pairs of scarlet eyes surrounded the audience, staring straight at Chen Ling on the stage, as if they were waiting for him to be killed by the Silver King, so that the theater and reality would be connected, and then they would rush out in a swarm and take control of this body again!

Just like not long ago, they dragged Chen Ling off the stage.

Chen Ling's painful roar echoed on the stage. His facial features became visibly blurred. Under the wash of confusion, his skin was like melted butter, dripping onto the floor bit by bit...

Beneath that skin, there were inky black spots... just like the skin of the "audience".

In a trance, the conversation between the master and the "audience" who usurped the stage after he suppressed the "ridicule disaster" flashed through Chen Ling's mind like lightning...

"I am Chen Ling!!"

“I am Chen Ling! Whoever stands on this stage is Chen Ling!!!”

This voice passed by Chen Ling's ears like thunder. Chen Ling, who was in endless confusion, suddenly seemed to realize something and opened his eyes abruptly! !

He slowly lowered his head and looked at his hands, which were as black as ink under the spotlight...

self-mumbling:

"I'm not Chen Ling, and I'm not a time traveler... I..."

"I am also a 'spectator'..."

"I'm……"

"【ridicule】."