Who am I?

Rumble——

The pale thunder flashed like a layer of dark clouds,

The rain flowed wildly, and a thunderous storm like divine anger poured down on the muddy land. In the ripples and reflections of the puddles, a crimson figure shattered and shattered.

That was a young man dressed in a big red opera robe. He stumbled across the muddy ground like drunk, his wide sleeves fluttering in the strong wind. The mud and sand on the surface of the robe were washed away by the rain, and the blood like red was shocking in the dark night.

"Stop making noise... stop making noise!"

"Shut up, everyone!"

"I'm about to remember... I'm about to remember..." "I have a name... a name that belongs to me!"

The young man's wet black hair hung down on his eyebrows, and his loose pupils were full of confusion. He struggled to move forward while holding his head in both hands, as if struggling to recall something.

His roar echoed on the deserted street, but did not spread too far and was drowned in endless rain.

Pounce——

In the darkness, his body tripped over the protruding stones and fell heavily to the ground!

A strand of crimson blood rolled down from the young man's forehead, and he lay on the ground in a daze. Suddenly, it seemed as if something had occurred to him, and a faint light shone in his turbid eyes.

"Chen Ling..."

A name suddenly flashed through his mind.

As he recited these two words, a fragment of memory drifted out from the endless murmurs that almost shattered his head, merging with this weak body

"What is this... time travel?"

Chen Ling's eyebrows furrowed as he continued to digest the memories of his body, causing his brain to ache as if it had been severed.

His name is Chen Ling, 28 years old, and he is an intern director at a theater in Beijing. After the theater finished its performance that day, he designed and arranged the movements of the actors on stage alone. Then, a severe earthquake struck, and he only felt a pain in his head, completely losing consciousness.

Now, upon careful consideration, he is most likely killed by a falling spotlight

At this moment, Chen Ling was also slowly digesting the memories of this body. To his surprise, the owner of this body was also called Chen Ling, but their basic understanding of the world was completely different. The shattered memories fought against each other, and Chen Ling felt that his mind was about to explode.

He kept taking deep breaths and struggling to get up from the ground, with black and red patches on the surface of his costume, feeling extremely embarrassed. For some reason, his body was incredibly heavy, as if after staying up late for four or five consecutive days to write a play, his whole body was hollowed out

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"Let's go home first..."

His tired body and fragmented thoughts made it almost impossible for him to think, and he could only rely on the instincts of this body to walk towards the direction of "home".

Although I don't know how I got here, the original owner of this body remembers this place. He takes this route every day after taking care of his younger brother from the clinic, and it usually only takes two to three minutes to get home.

But for him at this moment, this journey is unprecedentedly long.

The rain carried a piercing cold and ran through Chen Ling's body, causing him to tremble uncontrollably. After enduring the cold and fatigue for ten minutes, he finally arrived at the door in his memory.

Chen Ling fumbled in her pocket for a while and found that she didn't have a key on her body,

So, he skillfully took out a spare key from the bottom of the newspaper box by the door and opened the house. Creak——

Warm lights poured from inside the house, illuminating a corner of the pitch black rainy night and also illuminating Chen Ling's pale face.

At the moment of seeing this light, Chen Ling's tense nerves naturally relaxed, and the cold and fatigue on her body seemed to be dispelled by this light. He walked into the room and saw two figures sitting on either side of the dining table, with red circles around his eyes, as if he had just cried. Upon hearing the sound of the door opening, the two of them were momentarily stunned before turning their heads at the same time.

"Dad... Mom... I'm back."

Chen Ling, with a heavy head, instinctively prepared to change her shoes at the door, only to find herself barefoot from the beginning. At this moment, the soles of her feet and fingertips were almost filled with mud, and she had already stepped on two large black footprints on the floor.

At this moment, the two figures sitting at the dining table saw Chen Ling in red clothes pushing the door and her pupils contracting violently!

You... you

The man's Adam's apple rolled and he opened his mouth wide with a ghostly expression.

"Mom... is there water at home? I'm so thirsty." After returning home, Chen Ling completely relaxed and his consciousness was on the brink of unconsciousness. He murmured to himself while stumbling into the kitchen, picking up the bucket from the water dispenser and drinking it.

Guming, Gulu, Gulu

In the kitchen, the figure in red was like a wild beast, greedily swallowing the water source.

The dripping water from the corners of the mouth dripped onto the ground, forming puddles that reflected the two frightened and pale faces in the living room. "Ah... Ah Ling?" The woman mustered up her courage and trembled as she spoke, "You... how did you come back?"

Chen Ling held the bucket and swallowed it wildly, completely unable to hear the woman's words. Then he seemed to feel that drinking so slowly, and directly stuffed the fist sized bucket head into his mouth, biting it into pieces!

The synthetic plastic was chewed hard, and the surging water poured into his mouth, enjoying himself profusely! "I walked back."

A voice came from behind Chen Ling.

Yes... behind the scenes.

At this moment, Chen Ling is still immersed in swallowing water, while his voice clearly falls into their ears,

It's like standing in the void behind him, with a red clothed Chen Ling, spreading her hands and answering naturally. "The rain is a bit heavy, I seem to be lost."

"It seems like I fell a few times on the road and my shoes are missing..." "Mom, I got the floor dirty. If you're not in a hurry, just wait for me to get up tomorrow to tidy up... I'm too tired now."

Looking at the creepy scene in front of them, the men and women in the living room felt a chill in their necks, and the kerosene lights in the glass lamps kept shaking, as if an invisible palm was playfully playing with the wick.

Their faces turned pale, but they stood stiffly in place, not daring to move. Finally, the bucket was drained. Chen Ling wiped her mouth while putting down the bucket, then turned around and stomped over the floor with black footprints, stumbling towards her bedroom

"Dad, Mom... you guys should go to bed early too, good night."

He blurted a sentence and closed the door with his back, followed by a muffled sound of a heavy object falling on the bed. The living room fell into a dead silence.

I don't know how long it took, but those two sculptural figures turned their heads stiffly... looking at each other.

The swaying wick regained stability, and the eerie kerosene lights barely illuminated the dimly lit living room. They sat trembling in chairs, with no trace of blood on their faces. "He... has returned." The man spoke hoarsely, "How could this be..."

"If he really is Aling..."

"So who was it that we killed last night?"