I'm not a drama god

Chen Ling returned to the room and slowly pulled up the curtains.

He sat down at the desk, rubbing the USB flash drive in his sleeve with his fingertips, and his expression seemed a little hesitant...

"Are you sure you want to go?" Yao's voice sounded from the bottom of his heart, "Your memory has not been restored. If you go back now, I'm afraid there will be some trouble."

A month has passed since the last time Chen Ling entered the Era Archive. He can definitely enter again...but the problem is that Chen Ling's memory has been replaced. Although he has seen the plots in the Era Archive in the script, he cannot match the faces and names of the characters completely.

He knew who he had met before and what they had said, but when they really stood in front of him, he really couldn't recognize them...

"But being stuck here like this is not a solution." Chen Ling murmured, "The Silver King has left Wuji, this is a rare opportunity. If we miss this opportunity, no one knows if there will be another one... I have read all the plots in the script, so even if I can't recognize his face, it's not a big problem."

Yao's voice did not sound again, because he knew that Chen Ling had made his own decision.

Chen Ling took a deep breath and inserted the USB port into the armrest of the chair...

Lines of dark green fonts floated before my eyes:

【No. 129439】

【Loading……】

[Reading completed]

……

Click——! !

A flash of lightning flashed before Chen Ling's eyes. Under the pale light and shadow, a hideous and strange mask was almost attached to his cheek, staring straight at him.

"The broken arm healed instantly. How is that possible?" The voice under the mask was extremely surprised. "Being injured by that guy's bullet, any healing skills should not be effective... Who are you?"

Chen Ling recalled.

He had read in the script that before he left the Time Archive last time, his identity as the World-Destroying Disaster had been exposed, and he was besieged and attacked by the "White Hands" in Shanghai... With nowhere to escape, he called for help from the only marked phone number in the phone book that Xiao Chunping had given him.

Then, the masked man appeared.

"I am Chen Ling, a friend of Senior Xiao Chunping." Chen Ling answered calmly.

"I know you are her friend. I am asking..." The masked man did not finish his words. He glanced at the messy building and shook his head helplessly. "Forget it, let's leave here first."

He grabbed Chen Ling's wrist and jumped down from a building dozens of stories high!

A strong wind blew across Chen Ling's face. He thought that the masked man would use cloud steps to walk in the air, but he found that he was overthinking... The masked man held the flag in one hand and pulled him with the other hand, and he was almost sticking to the glass facade of the building and falling freely downwards!

Just as the two were about to fall to the ground, the masked man waved the flag in his hand, and a hurricane from nowhere suddenly lifted up their bodies, like an eagle with spread wings, gliding among the night city!

Neon signs and car lights flowed beneath Chen Ling. He had never looked down at a city from this angle before and was dazed for a moment.

A violent hurricane swept through the streets. Occasionally, pedestrians saw a figure passing overhead and screamed in surprise, taking out their mobile phones to record it. However, as Chen Ling waved her fingertips, all the cameras failed instantly, and nothing could be captured except darkness.

With the help of the hurricane, the two of them crossed nearly 20 kilometers in less than a minute and completely moved away from the area where the "White Hand" encirclement was located.

When the masked man waved the flag again, the hurricane carrying the two of them gradually weakened, carrying them to a deserted place with little light...

After a moment, Chen Ling's feet were firmly on the ground.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

"This place is already far away from their encirclement point. No one will catch up with us in a short time." The masked man stood calmly behind him, "Now, we can have a good chat."

Chen Ling turned to look at him. Under the dim moonlight, the hideous mask seemed to be stained with a layer of silver in the darkness.

Just as Chen Ling was about to take a step closer, faint thunder rumbled overhead!

rumble--

At some point, a dark cloud had covered Chen Ling's head, and his hair was floating up uncontrollably, as if thunder could strike at any time.

"Don't move, and don't have any inappropriate thoughts... I can save you from there, but I can also kill you here." The masked man's voice was extremely low. After he finished speaking, he couldn't help but mutter,

"I must be crazy to have rescued a 'world-destroying' monster from them... You'd better explain everything to me."

Chen Ling felt the threat coming from above his head, so he would not act rashly. He spoke calmly:

"What do you want me to explain?"

"They say you are 'Ghost Mocker' Destroyer, what exactly is that? Why can you repair incurable gunshot wounds in an instant? Why is your way of acting so twisted?" The masked man asked a series of questions.

"..." Chen Ling hesitated for a moment, "This matter is a bit complicated..."

"explain."

"Well...actually, I'm from the future."

As soon as these words came out, the air fell into dead silence.

The masked man stared at him. Although Chen Ling couldn't see his face, he could imagine the other person's wonderful expression.

"You mean, you traveled back in time?" The masked man glanced at his feet. "People from the future, do you also wear Nike? Or the old ones from last year?"

“So I said, this is a bit complicated… Actually, I am a person of this era, but I traveled to the future, and then through some kind of medium, I returned to the present.”

Masked Man:…

He was silent for more than ten seconds, then raised his chin and said, "Come on, wear one for me on the spot."

"...No, I just got here!"

"Can't I wear it just after I got here?"

"No, I can only go back automatically after I have been active here for a long time."

"Haha." The masked man seemed to have lost his patience. He took out a bell from his arms and said, "You are talking nonsense... It seems that I should tie you up and go back to apologize to them..."

"and many more……"

The masked man had no intention of listening to Chen Ling's explanation and began to shake the bell in his hand, but the imagined crisp sound did not appear. Instead, there was a dull clicking sound.

The masked man was startled, and turned to look at his palm. Unknowingly, the bell in his hand had turned into a pistol clip...

at the same time,

Chen Ling opposite was holding a bell and looking at him with an innocent face.

"Everything I said is true, why don't you believe it?" Chen Ling sighed, "My name is Chen Ling, I'm an intern director at the Shangjing City Theater. A few days ago, when the red star passed through the sky, I was crushed to death by the collapsed theater. If you don't believe me, you can check it yourself... It was also from that time that I traveled to the future."