I'm not a theatre god

Wait, why do you use "ye"?

Chen Yan is Chen Yan, not something else wearing his skin. Chen Ling can be sure of this.

Since the gray world has come at the same time, and since the "audience" can become one with itself...then why can't the disaster that comes from another one be integrated with humans?

But all this is Chen Ling's guess... Maybe you can only know the truth by asking him personally.

Just when Chen Ling was hesitating to knock on the door, the door was opened from the inside.

"Brother." Chen Yan rubbed his eyes, "What are you doing?"

"...I have something to ask you."

Chen Yan was about to say something when he glanced at Chu Muyun's room opposite, pulled Chen Ling into the room and closed the door.

"Ayan, I just asked him directly." Chen Ling looked into his eyes seriously, "The one who washed Bingquan Street with blood... was it you?"

Chen Yan's body trembled, and he silently lowered his head when he saw the fragment of the peace talisman in Chen Ling's hand.

"……Um."

Seeing Chen Yan admitting so straightforwardly, Chen Ling, who was about to continue persuading him, was stunned for a moment.

"Is it really you?" Chen Ling asked again, "So, you also merged with the disaster?"

"...I don't know, when I woke up, I was already standing there."

"You also lost a memory?"

"Um."

Chen Ling frowned slightly.

He believed that Chen Yan would not lie to him, and even he was in this situation... He inexplicably traveled through time, and inexplicably had an "audience" in his mind. When he woke up, he had already returned home.

"But isn't the place where the gray world meets in the back mountain? You were probably still undergoing surgery at the time... why were you also affected?"

"I don't know." Chen Yan shook his head again, "I just remember that the doctor gave me anesthesia, and when I woke up, I was on Bingquan Street... I was very scared, so I hid in the back mountain, and when I came out, I just saw my brother crawling out of that monster..."

After hearing this, Chen Ling connected the cause and effect.

But why Chen Yan was affected by the intersection of gray realms is still a question... Could it be that after the disaster broke into the second area, it happened to meet Chen Yan on the operating table? And then merged?

Chen Ling didn't quite understand this "fusion" process, and couldn't think of anything no matter how hard she thought about it.

"Understood."

Chen Ling nodded, "You stay at home these days and don't go anywhere. Do you understand? I will take care of other things."

Chen Yan was about to speak but stopped.

"What's wrong?"

"I...I originally wanted to see my parents..."

Chen Ling was startled, and after being silent for a long time, she spoke softly, "Wait until my brother clears your suspicions first, and then I will take you to see them after the situation is calm, okay?"

"Okay." Chen Yan nodded obediently.

"Stay away from that Chu Muyun these days, don't let him touch you, and talk to him less."

"good."

"If Han Meng comes to you again and asks you some questions, you will answer like this..."

"good."

After Chen Ling finished her instructions, she turned around and left.

Chen Yan gently locked the door, returned to the hard bed and lay down...

He turned his head and looked out the window. In his maroon eyes, there was the reflection of the blue aurora in the sky.

Suddenly, at the end of the aurora sky, a red light shone slightly, like a cinnabar-like star.

"Here we go again." Chen Yan muttered to himself.

As the cinnabar-like stars became more and more brilliant, a dream-like road extended from nothingness to Chen Yan's bedside... The road floated and swayed between the stars and him, like a gentle ribbon. .

Chen Yan was lying on the bed, calmly watching this road to the gods, which was an olive branch thrown to him by a god.

After a moment, he slowly raised his hand and grabbed the erratic ribbon...

Then,

Crush it hard!

boom--

A faint sound lingered in Chen Yan's ears,

The path to the gods was crushed with one hand by him, turned into dust in the sky, and disappeared into nothingness. At the same time, the cinnabar-like star on the horizon also quickly dimmed.

He rejected the divine favor.

Chen Yan opened his palms, and a fragment of the divine path the size of his thumb was lying quietly in his palm, like cinnabar and glass.

He casually opened the bedside drawer, threw the cinnabar glass in, then closed and locked it.

In the dark drawer,

More than thirty identical cinnabar glazes shimmered slightly.

…

early morning.

Chen Ling got up early and washed up.

There was no "good Samaritan" to reimburse him for the fare today, so he could only walk to Bingquan Street on foot. The round trip alone took more than four hours, so he had to get up earlier and return later than other reserve law enforcers.

To his surprise, Chu Muyun seemed to wake up earlier than him.

As soon as Chen Ling walked into the living room, she saw Chu Muyun wearing a casual shirt and knitted vest, sitting sideways at the table, holding an ancient medical book in his hand, as if he was studying something seriously, pushing up his glasses from time to time.

It seemed as if he was not sitting in a leaky living room at the moment, but in an elegant cafe in Aurora City.

Seeing Chen Ling get up, he put down his book with a smile.

"Good morning."

"morning."

Chen Ling responded casually and hurried out to have breakfast at Zhao's Breakfast Restaurant opposite.

Since the last time he "tipped off the news" to Uncle Zhao, he felt a little guilty, so he would visit their house every morning to give Uncle Zhao some more business... As for Zhao Yi, he was banned by Uncle Zhao for a week, and he is still there today. Didn't go out.

After Chen Ling left, Chu Muyun slowly put down the book.

He stood up and walked straight to Chen Ling's room. The soles of his feet stepped on the old floor, but he didn't make the slightest sound... like a ghost.

Chu Muyun walked to Chen Ling's bedside and narrowed his eyes slightly behind the lenses.

He put on white gloves, took out a pair of tweezers from his pocket, collected all the hairs and tiny bits of skin scattered on the pillow, and put them into an empty brown bottle.

After doing all this, he quietly exited the room, waving his palm lightly, and a wisp of breeze blew across the floor, completely erasing the footprints he left.

He did not go back to his room, but walked straight out of the house, walked through several streets, and came to the entrance of a shabby canteen.

jingle--

As he pushed open the store door, a crisp bell rang.

"What do you want to buy?" A woman sitting at the counter asked casually, yawning lazily.

“Buy a silver lining.”

Upon hearing this answer, the woman's eyes froze instantly.

The original laziness disappeared completely and was replaced by a pair of cold and sharp eyes. She stared at Chu Muyun in front of her and spoke slowly:

"Show me your identity."

Chu Muyun raised his fingertips lightly, and a white poker appeared in his palm like a magic trick, and he flipped it upside down on the table.

The woman turned over the cards——

【7 of spades】

"Password." She spoke again.

Chu Muyun said lightly,

"human civilization……"

"Never will be extinguished."