I'm not a theatre god

"Ayawn!!"

In the cold wind, Chen Ling sneezed violently.

As a northerner in her previous life, Chen Ling couldn't stand the weather here. It was cold and humid. Although there was a big sun in the sky, she couldn't feel the slightest temperature at all.

"Give in, give in!"

A lazy voice came from the front. Chen Ling came back to her senses and subconsciously moved to the roadside.

At the end of the road, a tricycle was slowly approaching here. A boy was riding the bike, and another boy was sitting on a chair at the back, with two large buckets of salt next to him.

He scooped up salt with a spoon and sprinkled it on the frosty road. As the salt particles fell, the frost on the ground gradually melted.

"Hey, Chen Ling?" The man spreading salt raised his eyebrows when he saw Chen Ling standing on the roadside.

"I didn't expect to see a college bully here. Didn't you take the law enforcer exam? Didn't you get brushed?"

When Chen Ling saw that face, a memory came to mind.

His name is Zhao Yi. He grew up on the same street as Chen Ling. However, he is naturally jealous. In high school, Chen Ling had good grades. Zhao Yi’s mother often compared Chen Ling with him, which made him look at Chen Ling. dislike; despise.

"I have passed the literary test, and there is also the martial arts test." Chen Ling stood on the roadside and replied casually.

"Hey, then I wish you good luck in the exam!"

Saying this, Zhao Yi scooped up a large spoonful of salt and swung it towards the road next to him, which happened to affect Chen Ling who was standing on the roadside.

The flying salt particles were stained with Chen Ling's hair and cotton robe. He didn't expect Zhao Yi to do such a thing, so he quickly removed the salt particles with his hands, and then turned back to glare at Zhao Yi.

At this time, Zhao Yi was already riding a tricycle, swaying away... He put one foot on the salt bucket, stuck out his tongue and made a face at Chen Ling.

As a twenty-eight-year-old adult who has experienced social beatings, Chen Ling felt a little angry and a little funny when faced with such a clumsy prank...

However, Chen Ling had no intention of chasing after the boy and beating him up. He just kept it in his mind. He had more important things to do at the moment.

Chen Ling was about to move forward when she glanced at the ground under her feet and was slightly startled.

The frost that came into contact with the salt grains gradually melted, and a slight white color remained on the ground. At that moment, Chen Ling saw a line of text intertwined and formed——

[Audience expectation: 27%]

Before Chen Ling could react, the salt grains completely melted away, and the scene just now seemed to be just a fleeting hallucination.

Chen Ling rubbed her eyes hard and murmured to herself:

"No way……"

The sense of urgency rose again, and Chen Ling couldn't help but quicken her pace and rushed straight to the clinic.

A few minutes later, Chen Ling opened the door of the clinic.

It is said to be a clinic, but it is actually a private house on Hanshuang Street. It is two stories high and has a square and gray appearance. At a glance, Chen Ling reminds Chen Ling of the house in her hometown in the countryside.

But just such a rough house is already relatively good on Frost Street. At least it has two floors and can block the wind.

"It's you." Behind the wooden table, a man in a white coat turned slightly sideways, "Are you here to get medicine for your brother again? Didn't he transfer to the hospital in the second district?"

"This time it's not Ayan, it's me."

Chen Ling's younger brother was hospitalized here before and was very familiar with Dr. Lin. He walked to the table and sat down, looking a little nervous.

"Oh? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

"I... don't feel well in my head."

"Is it a physical headache, or..."

"I seem to be hallucinating recently."

"Psychiatry?" Dr. Lin raised his eyebrows and carefully pushed up the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. "I'm good at this... tell me about your condition."

"I had a dream last night. I dreamed that I was standing on a stage, and there were many audiences under the stage... I couldn't see their faces clearly, but they didn't look like humans. I ran as hard as I could on the stage, but I always couldn't I can't find the exit..."

"Interpreting dreams is not part of my business."

"I know." Chen Ling took a deep breath, "But after I woke up, I always felt... they were still looking at me."

Hearing this, Dr. Lin finally became interested, "Do you fantasize that you are being spied on?"

"It's not like fantasy... they seem to be in my head, sitting in the audience, observing my every move, and I am like an actor forced to perform, just a tool to please them."

"You mean, your life is a stage, and you are the only protagonist on the stage?"

"You're right...but it's not as positive as you said."

"What about the audience? Besides peeping at you, do they do anything else?"

Chen Ling was silent for a moment, "I don't know if it's my imagination... They seem to be able to affect things around me."

"Can it affect reality? That sounds a bit fantasy." Dr. Lin said as he picked up the teapot and took a sip. Just as he was about to say something, his face suddenly changed!

puff! !

Doctor Lin spurted out a mouthful of scarlet blood, which spilled onto the ground.

"Doctor Lin??" Chen Ling was startled, "Are you sick?"

"...No." Dr. Lin wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. The blood was not his. He frowned and thought for a moment, then his eyes fell on the teapot on the corner of the table...

At some point, the tea vat was filled with thick blood.

Dr. Lin's face looked a little ugly. He clearly remembered that he had soaked a bag of Pu'er in it a minute ago.

During this period, he and Chen Ling were the only two people in the clinic. Chen Ling was always under his watch, and there was no way or motivation to make tea. The full jar of blood appeared strangely in it like a magic trick. …

Chen Ling seemed to have thought of something, and her face became paler.

"Just like I said." He said hoarsely,

"They...maybe they really exist."

Dr. Lin stared at the glass of blood for a long time, then slowly looked at him,

"How long has this been going on?"

"One day." Chen Ling paused for a moment, "From the moment I became conscious, there was only one day."

"What were you doing before you became conscious?"

"I…… "

In Chen Ling's mind, the scene of him walking staggeringly in the heavy rain last night suddenly appeared, "I don't know, I can't remember clearly."

"So, you're not sure that this symptom started last night, and you have no memory of it before last night?"

"……right."

"Have you ever been possessed by a 'disaster'?" Dr. Lin rolled his eyes.

"Or let me ask you another question, last night...did you encounter the intersection of the gray world?"