I'm not a theatre god

Chen Ling returned to the room and slowly opened the curtains.

He sat down in front of the desk, rubbing the USB flash drive in his sleeve with his fingertips, his expression seemed hesitant...

"Are you sure you want to go?" Yao's voice sounded from the bottom of her heart, "Your memory has not been restored. If you go back now, you may have some trouble."

It has been a month since the last time he entered the era archive. Chen Ling can definitely enter again... But the problem is that Chen Ling's memory has been replaced. Although he has read it in the script It's a plot from an outdated archive, but the characters' faces and names don't exactly match up.

He knew who he had met before and what they had said, but when they really stood in front of him, he really couldn't recognize them...

"But being trapped here all the time is not an option." Chen Ling murmured, "The King of Silver left Wuji. It's a rare opportunity. If you miss this opportunity, no one knows if there will be another time... I've already seen it For all the plots in the script, even if you can’t recognize the face, it’s not a big problem.”

Yao's voice stopped ringing because he knew that Chen Ling had already made his own decision.

Chen Ling took a deep breath and inserted the USB disk socket into the armrest of the seat...

Lines of dark green fonts floated in front of your eyes:

【No. 129439】

【Reading...】

[Reading completed]

…

Click——! !

A flash of lightning flashed in front of Chen Ling's eyes. Under the pale light, a ferocious and strange mask almost stuck to his cheek, staring straight at him.

"The broken arm healed instantly. How is this possible?" The voice under the mask was extremely surprised. "If you were injured by that guy's bullet, any healing skills would be ineffective... Who are you?"

adpos=ot;iddleot;adChen Ling recalled it.

He had read in the script that before he left the archives of the Times last time, his identity as a world-destroying disaster had been exposed, and he was surrounded and killed by "white hands" in Shanghai... When he had nowhere to escape, he asked Xiao Chunping for the money that Xiao Chunping gave him. The only marked call for help in the phone book.

Then, the masked man appeared.

"I am Chen Ling, a friend of senior Xiao Chunping." Chen Ling replied calmly.

"I know you are her friend, I'm asking..." Before the masked man could finish his words, his eyes swept across the messy and chaotic building, and he shook his head helplessly, "Forget it, let's leave here first."

He grabbed Chen Ling's wrist and jumped down from a dozens-story building!

The strong wind blew across Chen Ling's face. He originally thought that the masked man would use cloud steps to walk in the air, but he found that he had overthought... The masked man was holding the flag with one hand and pulling him with the other. , almost sticking to the glass facade of the building, falling freely downwards!

Just when the two were about to fall to the earth, the masked man waved the flag in his hand, and a hurricane from nowhere suddenly supported their bodies, like eagles with open wings, gliding between the night cities. !

Neon signs and car lights flowed under Chen Ling. He had never looked down at the city from such an angle, and he felt a little lost for a moment.

A raging hurricane rolled through the streets. Occasionally, pedestrians saw silhouettes flying across the sky. They all exclaimed and took out their mobile phones to record. However, with Chen Ling's fingertips, all the cameras failed in an instant, and nothing could be captured except darkness. arrive.

With the blessing of the hurricane, the two of them crossed nearly 20 kilometers in less than a minute, completely away from the area where the "White Hands" encirclement was located.

When the masked man waved the flag again, the hurricane carrying the two people gradually weakened, leading them to fall into a wilderness with few lights...

After a while, Chen Ling's feet stood firmly on the ground.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

"This place is far away from their encirclement and suppression point, and no one will catch up in a short time." The masked man stood behind him calmly, "Now, we can have a good chat."

Chen Ling turned to look at him. Under the dim moonlight, the ferocious mask seemed to be dyed silvery white in the darkness.

Just as Chen Ling was about to take a step closer, faint thunder sounded from above her head!

rumble--

I don't know when, a dark cloud has enveloped the sky above Chen Ling, and every strand of his hair is floating upward uncontrollably, as if thunder may strike down at any time.

"Don't move around, and don't have any thoughts that you shouldn't have... I can rescue you from there, and I can kill you here." The masked man's voice was extremely low, and after he finished speaking, he couldn't help but He muttered,

"I must be crazy, I actually rescued a 'world-destroying' monster from them... You'd better explain all this to me."

Chen Ling felt the threat coming from above his head, so naturally he would not act rashly. He spoke calmly:

"What do you want me to explain?"

"They say you are the 'Ghost Mocker' who destroys the world. What exactly is that? Why can you repair incurable gunshot wounds in an instant? Why is your way of acting twisted?" The masked man asked multiple questions in succession.

"..." Chen Ling hesitated for a moment, "This matter is a bit complicated..."

"explain."

"Well...actually, I'm from the future."

As soon as these words came out, the air fell into dead silence.

The masked man stared straight at him. Although Chen Ling couldn't see his face, she could imagine his wonderful expression.

"You mean, you came back from time travel?" The masked man glanced at his feet, "Do people in the future also wear Nike? Or is it the old model from last year?"

"So I said, this is a bit complicated... Actually, I am a person of this era, but I traveled to the future, and then returned to the present through some medium."

Masked man:...

He was silent for more than ten seconds, and raised his chin: "Come, wear one for me on the spot."

"... No, I just got here!"

"Can't I wear it just after I got here?"

"No, I can only go back automatically after I have been active here for a long time."

"Hehe." The masked man seemed to have lost his patience. He took out the bell from his arms, "You are talking nonsense... It seems that I still have to tie you up and go back to apologize to them..."

"Wait..."

The masked man didn't intend to listen to Chen Ling's explanation at all, and began to shake the bell in his hand, but the crisp sound he imagined did not appear, and instead, there was a dull click.

The masked man was stunned, turned his head and looked at his palm. I don't know when, the bell in his hand has turned into a pistol magazine...

At the same time,

Chen Ling on the opposite side was holding the bell and looking at him innocently.

"Everything I said is true, why don't you believe it?" Chen Ling sighed, "My name is Chen Ling, I'm an intern director at the Shangjing City Theater. A few days ago, when the red star passed through the sky, I was crushed to death by the collapsed theater. If you don't believe me, you can check it yourself... It was also from that time that I traveled to the future."