As soon as William came back, he found Stephen sitting in the hall without the lights on.

Before he had time to ask what happened, he was urged by Stephen to change into normal clothes.

William returned to his bedroom in a daze, took off his full hunter outfit, opened the closet and picked out a few clothes to change at random.

"Are we going somewhere?" William returned to the living room and found that Stephen had also changed clothes and was waiting for him at the door.

"What is this, a ticket? A drama or a musical?" After going out, William took the small piece of paper from Stephen, held it up and looked at the lights on the side of the road.

"I have a hunch, I found the key to the matter, you go and see with me." Stephen reached out and stopped a taxi, he planned to go to the theater as a normal audience.

William was thoughtful, carefully looking at the tickets in his hand.

The theater reminds people of the exaggerated performance techniques and exaggerated makeup of the actors. The stage play is different from TV, and the distance is far away. To impress the audience sitting at a distance, appropriate exaggeration is very necessary.

But what does this have to do with the truth they are investigating.

Looking at the flying scenery outside the taxi, William decided that he still wanted to close the curtain and rest, and think about it when he got to the theater.

They came very early, and when they walked into the theater hall, most of the audience hadn't entered yet, and the hall looked empty.

Wang didn't go back at night, and now he was sitting in his seat. When he saw Stephen and William coming, he stood up and waved to them.

The position given by the prop master is not bad, it is in the center, but the position is in the first few rows.

"He said that the actors who were once infected will be on stage tonight. You can see them clearly from this position, but the experience may be a little worse because they are too close. The best position is in the middle and back rows." etc. After the two sat down, Wang explained to them.

William looked at the cameras mentioned by Stephen, and the staff adjusted them before the official performance. In order to capture the best shots without blocking the view of the audience, the cameras were fixed in the center of the rear seats.There are also several cameras fixed on the rocker arm in order to capture close-ups of the actors.

He watched it for a long time, but he really didn't understand the mystery of the ordinary camera, so he put it down temporarily, leaned on the chair and waited for the show to start.

Time passed slowly, the audience entered the arena one after another, and the lights dimmed.

The show has begun.

Tonight's show was a great success.

After the curtain closed, the audience applauded for a long time.

All the actors came from behind the scenes to the stage and bowed to the audience.

Some viewers ordered flowers in advance for the actors, and the actors happily accepted them and thanked the audience with a smile.

The camera turns to the audience to record it all.

"I have watched this show for more than 20 years. This year's cast is the most exciting show I have ever seen! It is comparable to the lineup of the first show!" William heard an elderly man and his companion next to him Kudos to tonight's performance.

William felt as if he had found a way of thinking.

After the performance, the three found a remote place and went back directly.

In the study, William sat on the single sofa, recalling everything he saw tonight.

The two were thinking in silence, neither of them spoke.

What William recalled in his mind was not those cameras, nor the wonderful performances of the actors, but what the old man said at the end of the show.

"Actor... I know! It's an actor!" William slapped his thigh excitedly.

He got up from his chair and walked around the room excitedly.

"I understand everything! Stephen! What you saw was the filming scene of the actors. Those actors are filming a TV series or movie adapted from Sherlock's story! That's why they changed after the filming was over. , because they are not that person at all!"

"But you didn't find any filming there at all, and most of that Sherlock's experience is not suitable for the public at all." Stephen pointed out the problem sharply.

William sat back on the sofa a little discouraged.

He was depressed for a while, and soon thought of another possibility.

"Since we can see "Sherlock Holmes" and our world has adapted movies, then what you dream about may be another shooting scene! Remember what I said about "The Lord of the Rings"? I just found out there The story is not exactly the same as the book, it has also been adapted, and I do remember that "The Lord of the Rings" has been adapted into a movie, it may be my memory before I lost my memory and came to the sanctuary!"

Stephen looked even more silent, and William didn't understand why Stephen looked like things had gotten worse.

After a long silence, Stephen spoke slowly, "Do you still remember those cartoons you saw?"

Stephen saw that William still didn't understand, and added, "Also, no matter what I see, it's the same face as mine? What does it mean?"

William quickly realized the key to the matter, and his excitement disappeared immediately, as if someone had thrown a bucket of ice water on him.

He locked himself on the couch and looked at the flames in the fireplace.

The flame was flourishing, but he felt that the fire could not bring him heat, but instead seemed to be absorbing heat, he just felt like falling into an ice cave.

It took a long time before he felt that he had found his own voice.

"It means that our world may be just a story, and our current identity may just be a false role played by someone." William said bitterly, "I now understand the purpose of that evil force, it I want to go to the real world."

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