I'm not a drama god

"It's done, call it a day."

The two patted the muddy water on their bodies, and after confirming that the pit had been buried, they turned around and left.

The pouring rain poured on countless barren graves, and dark red blood mixed with muddy water rolled down the cliff. Tens of seconds later, two more figures wearing ponchos walked hard from the bottom of the mountain.

"Just here..."

The two men held glass kerosene lamps and glanced across the Western Zhou Dynasty. They did not notice the dark red muddy water flowing in the darkness, and headed straight towards the pit that had just been dug.

They put the cloth bags in their hands on the ground, took out shovels, and dug little by little beside the dark red pit.

"...A-Yanyan is getting better, right?"

The rain hit their ponchos, making a ticking sound. The woman's hands in her sleeves were pale and clenched, and her voice was a little hoarse.

"Definitely." The man who was shoveling the soil said solemnly, "The heart has been sent and the operation should have started...Tomorrow, tomorrow we can go to the second district to see him!"

After hearing this, the woman's expression softened a little. She glanced at the black bag at her feet, her eyes filled with guilt.

"It's just a bitter experience, Ah Ling..."

"We must keep this in our stomachs."

"What if Ayan asks about his brother after he comes back?"

"Then let's just say that he has been admitted as a law enforcer and has been transferred to District [-]... He can't come back."

"Can he believe it?"

"..."

The man didn't speak, but silently inserted the shovel into the bottom and lifted up a large amount of soil.

"Just bury it like this," he said.

The two of them worked together to throw the black bag into it and bury it bit by bit.

The woman hesitated for a moment and picked up a wooden sign from the side. She seemed to want to write something, but was stopped by the man.

"what are you going to do?"

"After all, it's a mother-son relationship... let's build a monument for Ah Ling."

"No, if you erect a monument here, what if law enforcement or others see it?"

"That……"

"I said, from now on, I will keep this matter in my heart."

The woman was silent for a long time, but still threw the wooden sign aside. Seeing this scene, the man comforted softly:

"It's okay... When you wake up tomorrow, everything will be over."

The two of them took one last look at the land, turned around and disappeared into the rain.

The heavy rain washed away the dark red soil, seeming to wash away their hatred and resentment. The two lonely graves were connected to each other through a thin layer of sand.

Just when everything was about to fall silent under the heavy rain, a strange gray color spread from nothingness...

Gray world, intersection.

……

"Ayan...Ayan!"

Tears rolled uncontrollably from Chen Ling's eyes. His hands were digging into the sand like crazy, and he was bleeding all the way to his fingertips.

He didn't know what happened after the gray world merged, and why he was the only one who survived... No, Chen Ling didn't survive either, he just became himself...

But at this moment, it no longer matters who he is.

The world played a joke on Chen Ling, letting him die at the hands of Chen Tan and his wife who raised him... But at the same time, the world played a bigger joke on Chen Tan and his wife.

Chen Ling's vision was blurred by tears, and the scenes of the past two days flashed crazily in his mind.

The gray world intersects, and a figure struggles to get up from the mass grave. The wound on the chest gradually recovers. Countless pairs of scarlet pupils open behind him. The rain on the ground merges into a line of characters... [Audience Expectation: 17%] ;

Inserted on the broken branch between his fingernails, a broken peace charm swayed gently in the wind;

The second calamity that attacked Bingquan Street may not exist at all. From the beginning, it was Chen Ling himself...or, in other words, it was himself who lost his mind after he was just resurrected and his [expectation value] fell below 20%. .

His body was controlled by the audience, and he slaughtered half of Bingquan Street. When the audience was satisfied, he walked leisurely towards the third area...

"No, it can't be like this..." Chen Ling murmured to herself, "It can't be that from beginning to end...it's just me?"

On the back mountain, he rinsed the opera robe clean by the stream and handed it to Chen Yan... But when he was questioned by Jiang Qin, the opera robe appeared strangely in his arms again;

Chen Tan and his wife, who were carried away by the law enforcers, looked through Chen Yan's body, stared at him, and roared and cursed;

On Hanshuang Street, law enforcer Jiang Qin followed his finger and looked into the darkness at the corner of the street, but only saw a blurry shadow;

Holding the letter, Chu Muyun stood at the door of the house full of holes and said to the empty house: "I heard that Mr. Chen needs a [doctor], so I'm here...";

Unoccupied rooms are being repaired;

The hole in the cotton coat was repaired;

But from beginning to end, no one talked to Chen Yan.

All this seems to indicate that Chen Yan once existed... like a ghost around him, or in other words, it was just his own weird delusion.

Chen Ling kept digging, and the soil below gradually oozed blood. Just when he was about to continue digging, a hand suddenly grabbed his wrist...

Immediately afterwards, a bright red opera robe was gently draped over his body, covering the wind and snow in the sky.

Chen Ling was stunned.

He looked up and saw the familiar young man squatting in front of him, tears streaking down his cheeks.

"Brother, stop digging...I beg you, please stop digging, okay?"

"...Ayan."

Chen Ling looked at him blankly, and raised her hands covered with blood and mud, as if she wanted to touch Chen Yan's cheek... but he did.

"Ayan...are you alive?" Chen Ling's voice was trembling, "You are alive, right?"

"I……"

Chen Yan glanced at the bloody soil and lowered his head, not daring to look into Chen Ling's eyes.

"I'm already dead, brother..."

"But you are obviously here!"

"I am here because of your power."

Chen Ling was stunned for a moment, "Me? How can I have this kind of power? I..."

Before he finished speaking, a raging snowstorm flooded Chen Ling's eyes. The next moment, Chen Yan's figure disappeared again, as if he had never appeared before.

[Audience Expectation Value +5]

[Current expected value: 63%]

Chen Ling looked uncontrollably at the two lines of characters appearing in the snow. As if she thought of something, her pupils shrank slightly.

"Audience" has the power to influence reality.

After traveling through time, they have affected the things around him more than once, including the water stains in the kitchen, Dr. Lin being pranked, the boning knife being eaten... But since Chen Yan appeared, they have never seemed to interfere with him. Life.

Therefore, in my eyes, the appearance of Chen Yan is also a masterpiece of the "audience"...?

"...it's you."

Chen Ling's blood-stained hands clenched tightly. He glared at the nothingness in front of him, and the veins on his neck popped out one by one:

"It was you who made me see him...it was you who made me get used to him...from the beginning, you just used him as a prop to deceive my feelings, and then destroyed it with your own hands..."

"You guys have been waiting for this moment for a long time, right?"

[Audience Expectation Value +5]

The appearance of another line of small words completely ignited the suppressed anger in Chen Ling's heart. He suddenly climbed up from the snow, dressed in red and roaring in the storm, like a furious lion!

"Then you are satisfied now?!!"

"Have you seen enough of this scene?! Did you enjoy watching it?!!!"

"Do you think I did well?!!!"

"I hate your mother!!!"

Chen Ling seemed to have imagined that in the dim theater, countless pairs of scarlet eyes looked through the curtain, watching her conversing with Chen Yan in the past few days, and watching her agree to perform at the school New Year's Eve party. , watching Chu Muyun alone and thoughtfully...

They design everything, they know everything. When they watch their emotional performance on the stage, the corners of their mouths in the darkness can’t help but rise...

He felt like a clown, a clown who was alone and intoxicated in false performances for people's entertainment.

His chest heaved violently, and the angry flames seemed to burn out the snow. He searched frantically in the snow, trying to find a knife or a gun that could end this absurd life.

He doesn't want to be a clown, let alone a tool for the "audience" to play with.

At this moment, his feet suddenly slipped, and several items slipped from his pockets and fell on the pure white snow, reflecting the silver shimmer...

Nine silver coins.

This morning, Qian Fan handed him the "reward" with a smile.

The moment he saw these silver coins, Chen Ling's pupils shrank and he stopped. A flash of clarity appeared in his angry eyes, which then turned into more intense hatred.

He remained silent for a long time, then bent down to pick up the silver coins one by one.

"...Okay." Chen Ling's voice was hoarse. He slowly raised his head and looked in the direction of District [-], his eyes flashing with unprecedented murderous intent and madness!

"Don't you want to watch a good show..."

"Then I will..."

"I'll give you another show."

Chen Ling smiled, his smile looked like a demon in the sky of ice and snow.