I'm not a theatre god

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Sunlight filtered through the glazed window, and Chen Ling opened the door leisurely.

Life under house arrest is not free, but at least in this small room, Chen Ling's time belongs to him... He moved a stool and basked in the sun for a while by the window. After all, sunlight is rare in the Wuji Realm. Here It is shrouded in rain all year round.

Through the church window, Chen Ling could see the street not far away.

Although it is a rare sunny day, there are not many people on the street. There are only a few elderly people standing in front of their homes, basking in the sun alone. Occasionally, other elderly people will pass by the door and they will chat.

White doves fluttered their wings, brushing over the spiers of the majestic and ancient buildings, causing countless elderly people to look up, like prisoners under the abyss peering into the free sky. As the noon bell from the distant bell tower rang, the white doves disappeared into the hazy distance...

Time melts into the warm sunshine little by little.

When her body was warmed by the sun, Chen Ling slowly yawned...

He got up and walked to his bed.

Chen Ling casually took off her opera robe, and suddenly felt something hard across her chest. She was slightly startled, and doubts flashed in her eyes.

He fumbled on the opera robe for a moment, and soon, a neatly folded piece of paper appeared in his palm.

"I'm Chen Ling."

"When you see this, please read everything below carefully and review your own memories."

"If there is a contradiction between the record below and the memory, or if there is a discrepancy, it means that the King of Silver is tampering with your memory... Remember, everything recorded on the paper shall prevail."

Seeing this, Chen Ling's eyes suddenly became serious.

\u003cadpos="iddle"\u003e\u003c/ad\u003eHe couldn't remember when he stuffed this thing into his clothes...

Chen Ling looked around vigilantly, closed the curtains, even walked to the door and locked the door, and then carefully opened the paper.

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"I am Chen Ling. I am the workshop manager of Wuji District 9 Manufacturing Factory and a fighter for the human rights union organized voluntarily by the people. Since the King of Silver took control of the realm, everything here has become a mess... My mission is to not hesitate to We will fight for the human rights that belong to us at all costs for all residents of the Wuji Realm.”

"Even if we are unarmed, we still have to fight for everyone. Words and shouts are our weapons, and the unyielding spirit is our armor. I will fight with my compatriots until the final victory."

"During a recent demonstration, I was arrested. I know what they were thinking. They wanted to put me under house arrest, wear down my will, and assimilate me little by little with them, to become a member of this huge violent group. They felt that if I defected, other compatriots in the Human Rights Union would be defeated.”

"So, I must not forget who I am, nor my mission! Even if I am behind bars, I will continue to protest to the King of Silver in my own way until freedom and power are regained for all residents."

"I am not fighting alone. Behind our Human Rights Union, there are wizards supporting us. They will find a way to rescue me..."

"..."

Chen Ling's brows wrinkled tighter and tighter.

"I'm just telling you why my head is so groggy today... It seems that the King of Silver has taken action against me."

"He stole the fighting spirit in my heart and made me lazy and lazy. I even forgot a lot of things and my memory was a little out of touch... Fortunately, I kept this piece of paper so that he didn't get it."

As Chen Ling murmured, a look of fear appeared on his face. He hurriedly folded the paper and stuffed it back into his clothes, as if he was afraid of being seen by others.

Chen Ling took a few deep breaths to calm down, and then determination appeared in his eyes... He turned around and sat down at the desk.

After seeing the mission recorded on the page, Chen Ling couldn't fall asleep, so he simply started preparing a letter of opinion. He picked up the quill and pondered for a long time, and then solemnly started writing on the paper.

"Mr. Silver King:"

"Although you have put me under house arrest, I will not give up. I must say bluntly that most of the actions you committed in the Wuji Realm are bad and ridiculous..."

"Especially the policy that requires young people to work eighteen hours a day, which will greatly squeeze their lives, and the working environment is so bad that diseases will begin to affect their bodies. At the same time, because the young labor force is exploited , a large number of elderly residents have no one to take care of them, and the mortality rate continues to increase..."

"..."

Chen Ling wrote four thousand words eloquently, criticizing the Silver King and his ruling party members from the aspects of objectiveness, subjectivity, health, sustainable development, and human ethics.

After finishing writing, he took the letter of opinion and walked out of the room angrily.

"Hello, where is the Silver King now?"

"He's not in the church...I don't know where he went specifically," a maid replied.

"Then when will he come back?"

"I don't know..."

Chen Ling was a little frustrated, but he did not give up. Instead, he took the letter of opinion and walked to the prayer room. He found a bench and sat down casually, as if he wanted to wait until the King of Silver came back.

At the same time, Lou Yu, who was sitting in the first row with his eyes closed and concentrating, glanced back and seemed a little surprised.

"What are you doing?"

"Waiting to send a message to the Silver King."

"Send a letter? You give it to him?" Lou Yu asked in confusion, "What letter are you sending?"

"Regarding the opinion letter on abolishing the 18-hour working day for young people in the Wuji Realm, I hope he can face up to human rights and not embark on a path of anger and resentment." Chen Ling replied firmly.

Lou Yu:...?

Lou Yu looked at Chen Ling with an extremely strange look. He seemed to realize something, snorted coldly, turned his head silently, lowered his head and took a sip of the tea in the cup.

"I will also write to you tomorrow." Chen Ling's firm voice sounded again.

The sudden words almost made Lou Yu spit out the tea leaves in his mouth. He turned to look at Chen Ling again:

"Give it to me? What kind of letter is it again?"

"In order to refine the Philosopher's Stone, you massacred two large areas of the Wuji Realm and killed millions of people." Chen Ling looked at Lou Yu with sharp eyes, as if he was examining the prisoner, "The King of Silver controls The Wuji Realm is currently mismanaged, but what you have done is truly insane... Your sins are more serious than his."

Lou Yu fell into silence.

He didn't refute, just turned his head calmly.

Light and shadow filter through the glazed windows above the prayer platform, covering the entire church. Lou Yu is sitting in the front row of the church bench. The dark shadow is like a long obelisk being dragged on the ground, like an emotionless sculpture. .

"It doesn't matter." Lou Yu replied calmly, "I'm ready to go to hell...if hell really exists in this world."