I'm not a theatre god

Is this the boy who plays Shinto?

Chen Ling remembered that Xiao Chunping had told him before that a few years ago, he met a young man who was the same as herself. He said that he went abroad to promote the lion dance culture, and he could also fly into the sky on clouds. It should be I realized [Cloud Step] myself.

Judging from his appearance, this person is most likely the person Xiao Chunping mentioned. The two met two years ago. Just by looking at his face, he should be about the same age as me now.

"He should be your grandma's friend...haven't you seen him?"

"Grandma has so many friends, I've met them all everywhere." Yao Qing shrugged helplessly, "In the past two years, grandma seemed to have been to Foshan once, to participate in some intangible cultural heritage event... It should have been taken at that time of?"

"That's it."

Chen Ling nodded and returned the photo to Yao Qing. This person was too far away from him now, and it would be difficult to have any interactions with him again.

Although Yao Qing didn't understand, he still put the photos away silently and continued to rummage through the ruins.

More and more embroidery pictures were dug out by Yao Qing and placed under the eaves. After an unknown period of time, the raindrops falling in the sky finally stopped, and gray clouds shrouded the sky, leaving only dampness on the ground.

A slight rustling sound came from behind.

Yao Qing, who was busy, was stunned for a moment, then suddenly looked at the three hospital beds in the room, and immediately rushed there.

Chen Ling also looked back and saw Su Zhiwei holding his body and slowly sitting up from the hospital bed. His face was pale and haggard, and he was holding his forehead with one hand, as if he had not completely recovered.

"Sister Zhiwei! Are you finally awake??" Yao Qing said in surprise.

"..." Su Zhiwei looked around and saw the ruins all over the ground, her eyes filled with confusion, "What... is going on here?"

"Grandma had a fight with the hunter, and the museum was also affected... However, the matter has been resolved."

Yao Qing briefly recounted what happened. When he mentioned that Xiao Chunping was also a Shinto owner and had the power to destroy the world, Su Zhiwei's face also showed shock.

Su Zhiwei did not suffer any external injuries, but his mental energy was exhausted. He rested for a while and waited until the dizziness gradually subsided, then got off the bed.

At the same time, Chen Ling walked towards here, feeling slightly relieved.

At this time, there is not much time left before the end of the era archive. If Su Zhiwei doesn't wake up, his plan may come to nothing... Fortunately, God seems to be on his side.

Chen Ling glanced at Xiao Chunping and Yang Xiao who were still sleeping, and said softly to Su Zhiwei:

"Dr. Su, could you please take a step to talk?"

Although Su Zhiwei was puzzled, she nodded and followed Chen Ling away.

The gray sky was like lead clouds, flowing slowly in the wind. Two figures walked into the depths of the ruins one after another, and the world became quiet.

"Director Chen, what's the matter?"

"I have a few questions to ask you." Chen Ling paused for a moment, as if thinking about how to speak.

"If... I mean if, one day you need to fall into a deep sleep, sleep for a long, long time, where will you hide yourself?"

Su Zhiwei was stunned. She didn't expect Chen Ling's question to be so... abstract?

She looked into Chen Ling's eyes, as if she had guessed something, and smiled awkwardly:

"Director Chen, can't you find me?"

"...So be it." Chen Ling smiled helplessly, "In my era, you were so well hidden that I couldn't find you after looking for you for a long time... So I thought, why not ask you? myself."

"But didn't you say that your era is not the same world as this one? The advice I give here may not be effective in your place, right?"

"This is true in theory, but no matter which world you are in, it is you, Su Zhiwei, who makes the decision. Even if it is not exactly the same, the ideas should be similar... And I have always felt that archives and the real world should also exist. Some kind of close relationship."

Su Zhiwei thought seriously and asked:

"Am I the only one?"

"There may be others, but they will most likely protect you. You will have something similar to a safe house."

"At that time, was I great?"

"It's very impressive. You've probably reached the ninth level and officially become the Nine Lords."

"That is to say, I can already use [String Theory] completely... If this is the case..." Su Zhiwei pondered for a long time, "The more important things are, the more they will be hidden in small places."

"As expected..." Chen Ling thought thoughtfully.

Chen Ling clearly remembered that Su Zhiwei had mentioned the concept of "one flower, one world" to him twice. In string theory, there is a high-dimensional space, and the higher the dimension, the smaller it is... If Su Zhiwei wants to hide herself, it is very likely that she will embed it in some inconspicuous petals or dust just like hiding the world of mortals.

But even if Chen Ling understands this logic, he still has no way to find the Red Dust Base. After all, the Red Dust Realm is so big. It would take him ten more lifetimes to find the speck of dust or flower petal that hides the Red Dust Base.

"Then if it were you, where would you hide the high-dimensional world?" Chen Ling tried to get more specific information, "For example, what color is a flower? Maybe hidden in a high place? What are your preferences? Something like that?”

"Preference..." Su Zhiwei frowned,

"It's hard for me to answer this for you, but if I'm going to sleep there for a long time, I would hope that the place is familiar and a place where I can feel safe."

Familiar, safe... Could such a place exist in the world of mortals?

Chen Ling fell into deep thought.

Chen Ling glanced at the time. There were less than three minutes until the end of the archive. This was probably the only information he could get... At this moment, he seemed to remember something.

"By the way, can you help me verify something?"

"What?"

"I suspect that this world may have some connection with the world I live in...because when I first met Yang Xiao in the Aurora Realm, he seemed to recognize me." Chen Ling said truthfully, "Although everyone else said This is just an archive, but I still don’t believe it... I even feel that this is real history, and everything that happens here will affect the future. "

Su Zhiwei raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he didn't understand what Chen Ling meant, but still asked:

"How do you want me to help you?"

"If we meet next time... I'm not talking about this era, but hundreds of years from now." Chen Ling's eyes flashed with light, "Hundreds of years from now, if you wake up from your deep sleep, and we Seeing each other again... I hope that we can verify this history in some way. "