I'm not a theatre god

"The intersection of gray realms?"

This word does exist in Chen Ling's memory, and the original owner should have seen it somewhere.

"Don't tell me that you have even forgotten the gray world." Dr. Lin stood up, poured the blood from the tea vat into the sewer, and spoke slowly,

"Before the cataclysm, someone once put forward a hypothesis. In this universe, there are countless parallel time-spaces. These time-spaces were formed by the birth of the earliest universe. Like the light released after a candle is lit, it spreads in all directions. But because rays are infinite, they extend infinitely into all possibilities and never intersect.”

"But after the red meteor streaked across, everything went into chaos."

"Each time and space was shaken up, and an unknown and strange gray world began to overlap with the real world."

After Dr. Lin washed the tea vat, he did not pour out the water in it, but placed it on the table. Due to some force used in the process, the water surface in the vat undulated.

Dr. Lin tore off a piece of paper and stuck it above the water waves. The rippling water began to soak the paper, and gradually penetrated the entire paper surface from small unevenly distributed water stains.

"At first, only a small part of the area intersected, but as time went by, more and more areas intersected. Materials and creatures from that world began to appear in our world, and even most of the habitats that originally belonged to humans. That world has been occupied, and only nine 'domains' are left to protect humans and continue the fire."

“Because the sky in that world is gray, we call it the ‘Grey World’.”

"When the gray world intersects with reality, a series of strange events beyond cognition will occur, and even monsters belonging to the gray world will come, which is what we call 'disaster'."

"Generally speaking, 80% of the survivors who encounter the intersection of gray realms or are attacked by disasters will develop mental disorders, and most of them will never recover for life..."

"I suspect that your current situation is related to the 'Grey World'."

"Think carefully, have you ever encountered the intersection of gray realms and been involved in it?"

Facing Dr. Lin's inquiry, Chen Ling tried hard to search the original owner's memory, but in the end he found nothing... No matter how he recalled it, he could not remember other memories of last night.

"I don't know." He said bitterly.

Dr. Lin thought for a moment, took out a letter from the drawer, and started writing quickly.

"Your situation is no longer as simple as mental illness... I'm just an ordinary person and I can't cure you.

However, I know a person who may be able to help treat the aftermath of gray world pollution.

After all, he is a real [Doctor]. "

Hearing this, Chen Ling's eyes lit up with a glimmer of light, "Where should I find him?"

"He lives in Aurora City, but he likes to travel to free clinics. He goes wherever he hears there are difficult and complicated diseases. This is their road to becoming gods...

In short, you give this letter to the law enforcers at the gate of Aurora City, leave your name and address, and they will forward it to you.

In three days at most, the [doctor] will come to see you. "

"Thank you!"

Chen Ling took the envelope and thanked her sincerely.

In fact, when he saw the salt grains melting on the road, Chen Ling already felt that something was wrong. What happened to him seemed to be unable to be explained by disease. When he came to this small clinic, firstly, he had already walked halfway. Secondly, he really didn't know where else he could be helped.

From what Dr. Lin said, this [doctor] seemed to have something special, and he also mentioned the path to becoming a god...

Could it be that this world also has a unique human cultivation system? Otherwise, according to Dr. Lin, all mankind should have died when the so-called catastrophe merged with the gray world.

Chen Ling even felt that the distorted scientific level of this world might also be related to the cataclysm.

"You're welcome. Say hello to your brother for me." Dr. Lin smiled slightly.

"He is still hospitalized in the second area...I will bring him to you next time I go to visit."

Chen Ling stood up and said goodbye to Dr. Lin, opened the door and left.

As the figure gradually disappeared under the flowing aurora sky, Dr. Lin's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Are you an actor..."

…

"The first time I saw the screen in my dream, the audience's expectation was 29%."

"When I was trying to run for my life, it jumped to 30 percent."

"On the way here, it went back to 27%..."

"Just now, Dr. Lin was tricked by a prank, and the price rose to 29%."

"Assuming that the 'audience' is really in my mind, and these numbers are not hallucinations, what exactly is it that affects the rise and fall of expectations?"

The cold wind was blowing, and Chen Ling was wrapped in a thick cotton robe and thinking seriously while walking towards home.

Stage, audience, expectations... Every time the expectations increase, it seems to be accompanied by an event. So, can these events be regarded as "plots" on the stage?

The more interesting the events happening around you, the more attractive the "plot" will be to the audience, thus increasing expectations?

It said on the screen that when the audience's expectation is less than 20%, the actor's personal safety will not be guaranteed...

Chen Ling doesn't know what the specific danger is, but judging from the fact that the "audience" can interfere with reality to a certain extent, she might become a tool for them to vent their anger and be tricked to death by tricks!

Chen Ling feels that her idea is correct, but if she wants to prove whether it is correct, she still needs to take practical actions.

"Maybe I should try to take the initiative to devise a 'plot'."

Chen Ling murmured to herself.

"A-Ling, have you had breakfast?"

Chen Ling turned around and saw an uncle with a towel wrapped around his head fanning the stove in a breakfast shop on the street and shouting to him enthusiastically.

The moment she saw him, an idea suddenly flashed through Chen Ling's mind.

"No, Uncle Zhao." Chen Ling raised the corners of her mouth slightly and walked towards the shop.

"Come on, come on, let me get you some soy milk and fried dough sticks. It rained heavily last night and it was very humid. It's impossible not to have some breakfast to warm up." Uncle Zhao came over with a bowl of steaming soy milk.

"Thank you, Uncle Zhao."

Chen Ling dug into his pocket and took out three copper coins and handed them to Uncle Zhao, but the latter pushed them back.

"Uncle, I'll treat you to breakfast and ask you to pay for it?"

"No, Uncle Zhao, although we have been neighbors for more than ten years, we still have to settle the matter."

"You kid, I don't want your money. When you have free time, help our little Yi with his homework. I will give you breakfast every day." Uncle Zhao grinned, showing his big yellow teeth.

"Hasn't he already graduated? Does he still need to make up classes?"

"With the points he has, he can't even get assigned work. I plan to let him repeat his studies. He can't do odd jobs every day, right?"

"oh……"

"Ah Ling is better. She is smart and filial. If one day Xiao Yi can become a law enforcer like you, I will laugh out loud in my dreams."

Uncle Zhao let out a long sigh, "It's a pity that this guy doesn't live up to expectations."

Chen Ling's hand holding the chopsticks paused slightly. After hesitating for a moment, she finally spoke:

"Uncle Zhao... do you know why Zhao Yi is so bad at studying?"

"Ah? Why?"

Chen Ling was about to say something, but fell into silence for a long time. She still shook her head, "Forget it, Uncle Zhao, just pretend I didn't mention it... I promised him to keep it a secret."

"do not!"

Uncle Zhao's heart beat faster. He added a braised egg to Chen Ling and scratched his head anxiously.

"Ah Ling, I know you are Xiao Yi's good friend, but there are some things... I, as a father, I need to know a little bit about it, right? I raised Xiao Yi by myself, and I got up early every day to earn money for my family. He goes to school just so that he can live a better life in the future...

If you know something, you must tell me! We are all doing this for his own good..."

Seeing Uncle Zhao's urgent inquiry, Chen Ling was slightly moved. He hesitated for a moment, as if he had made up his mind.

"Uncle Zhao, you are right. As a friend, I really can't bear to see Zhao Yi sink like this..."

"Fell, fallen? What happened to him?"

"He's in love."

"Ah?" Uncle Zhao was stunned, "Does this kid still have such charm?"

Chen Ling took a bite of the fried dough sticks without changing her expression and faintly uttered three words:

"With a man."