I'm not a theatre god

Dusk.

The setting sun shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the church corridor, falling like gold on the ground. A figure in a red robe covered in blood stumbles step by step, silently walking forward...

Along the way, many maids, fire usurpers, and even judges who passed by were attracted by him and couldn't help but look sideways. His eyes were red and filled with tears. He looked like he had just cried a lot.

When she reached the end of the corridor, Chen Ling slowly opened her door and disappeared from everyone's sight.

There was deathly silence in the house.

Chen Ling paused behind the door for a long time before taking another step. He tiredly took off his opera robe, but found something scratching his skin... After opening it, his eyes scanned the paper page again.

"I'm Chen Ling."

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

Chen Ling's memory was correct. He folded up the paper, stuffed it back into his opera robe, and lay down on the bed as if he had exhausted all his strength.

He stared at the ceiling above his head for a long time, his eyelids became heavy and he began to fight, muttering to himself:

"Xiaoyu..."

"Brother avenged you..."

Before he finished speaking, he fell into a deep sleep.

The room fell into dead silence again... After about ten minutes, a gaze slowly disappeared from the room, and the Silver King was already looking elsewhere.

…

Thumb thump thump——

The spotlights lit up one after another above Chen Ling's head, making a dull sound.

Chen Ling opened her eyes leisurely on the stage, sat up from the floor slowly, swept her eyes across the dense audience in front of her, and said helplessly:

"It's very tiring to act like this every day..."

He stood up from the floor, patted the sleeves of his opera robe, and walked straight to the bookshelf at the edge of the stage.

"Unintentional", "No Survival", "When the Ashes Fell", "Aurora Never Dies", "Hunters in the Red Dust", "Rose, Salute, and Grand Appearance", "Where the Stars Are"...

The plays are neatly arranged on the bookshelf, silently telling all his past.

Chen Ling started from the first play, opened it, carefully read every line of text on it, and then opened the next one...it wasn't until he had finished reading all the plays that he breathed a sigh of relief and put them all down. Return to original position.

From the beginning, Chen Ling had no intention of relying on the handwritten page to avoid the King of Silver's memory theft. In other words, he had already realized that the white paper neatly placed on the desk and the white quill beside it were traps left for him by the King of Silver.

The King of Silver can even steal memory and space, so why would he leave such an obvious loophole as "recording memory"? Just a piece of paper can evade the Silver King's skills in the Silver King's territory. Chen Ling is not that naive yet...

The reason why Chen Ling left that piece of paper was just to make the King of Silver think that his plan was successful and to let down his guard against him.

Chen Ling's real trump card is this theater and all the plays he has left.

No matter how powerful the Silver King is, he can tamper with all the traces around him, but he can't change the play in this theater. No matter how messed up Chen Ling's memory is, as long as he returns to this theater and reads the repertoire, he will be able to see his true past. "Unfortunately, the repertoire here has only been updated to "Where the Stars Are", and there is no record of the memories after coming out of the Tianshu Realm..." Chen Ling put together the latest repertoire, put it back on the bookshelf, and spoke leisurely,

"This part can only be filled in by you... Yao."

The next moment, a calm voice seemed to come from far away:

"After leaving the Tianshu Realm, you, Jian Changsheng, and Sun Bumian were preparing to go to the Wuji Realm, but on the way they encountered the emergence of the Imperial Dao Guzang, and then..."

Yao's description was very concise, as if it had been repeated many times in the past two days. In just a few minutes, he recounted everything that happened in the Imperial Palace and how he was brought to this realm by the King of Silver.

After listening, Chen Ling nodded slightly.

"Sure enough, after today's incident, he should have completely let down his guard against me... No matter whether it is a true memory or a false memory, there has been no modification."

"You have acted to this point, no one should believe it." Yao responded with a chuckle, "And the King of Silver would never have imagined that you have the script in hand, and I am the off-site support."

"Luckily I have you." Chen Ling said sincerely.

The King of Silver's memory replacement is really hard to guard against. In addition, since he is imprisoned by him, he may be stolen and confused at any time. Theoretically speaking, almost no one below the ninth level can escape this clutches...

But Chen Ling became the "only one".

Of course, this does not mean that Chen Ling is completely immune to the King of Silver's abilities. In fact, the King of Silver's memory replacement has indeed worked. Now Chen Ling's mind is filled with the memory of another person... another person His past and interpersonal relationships all seemed to be grafted into Chen Ling's body, making Chen Ling once think that she was him.

The difference from other adjudication agents is that Chen Ling knows the past that truly belongs to him and can maintain his sanity in the chaotic memory.

"What are you going to do next?" Yao asked again.

"Be constant in response to all changes. Now that the Silver King has let down his guard against me, I will find an opportunity to stay as far away from him as possible and regain my memories."

Chen Ling paused for a moment, "But there is actually something else that I'm very interested in..."

"What?"

"The replacement of memory should be mutual. My mind is now filled with another person's past, which means that the person's mind is now filled with memories that originally belonged to 'Heart 6 Chen Ling'..."

Chen Ling rubbed his chin, thinking, "How is the person who was replaced by my memory now?"

...

Squeak--

The door opened, and Chi Tong walked through the corridor nervously and came to the Silver King who was having dinner.

At this time, the Silver King had a white square towel on his chest, holding a knife in one hand and a fork in the other, elegantly cutting a steak that was still bleeding, and then slowly put one of the pieces into his mouth.

"What's going on?" He said lightly.

"Although there were some minor accidents along the way, it went smoothly overall." Chi Tong immediately replied, "Chen Ling killed Spade 8 and brought his head to Xiao Yu's grave and cried for a while, then came back... He should be resting now."

The Silver King nodded:

"Well done."

These four simple words made Chi Tong breathe a sigh of relief, and the big stone in his heart was finally put down.

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