"Who am I?" “我是谁？”

Boom— Pale lightning flashed through the ink-like clouds, rain poured wildly, and the thunderstorm poured down on the muddy earth like the wrath of a god. In the reflection of the rippling water puddles, a figure in vermilion red appeared fragmented.

 It was a young man draped in a large red opera gown, staggering as if drunk through the muddy ground, his wide sleeves dancing in the fierce wind, the mud and sand on the surface of the gown washed away by the rain, the blood-like crimson striking in the dark night.

那是一个披着大红戏服的青年，像喝醉了一样蹒跚地走在泥泞的地面上，宽大的袖子在狂风中翩翩起舞，礼服表面的泥沙被雨水冲走，血迹斑斑的深红色在黑夜中打磨着。

 "Stop it... Stop it!" "Shut up!"

"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 to his eyebrows, his confused eyes filled with confusion.

 He struggled to move forward, hands clutching his head as if struggling to recall something.

 His roar echoed on the deserted street, not spreading too far before being drowned in the endless downpour.

 Splash— In the dim light, his body stumbled over protruding rocks and fell heavily to the ground! A trickle of crimson blood rolled down from the young man's forehead as he lay motionless on the ground.

 Suddenly, as if remembering something, a faint light flickered in his hazy eyes.

 "Chen Ling..." A name suddenly flashed through his mind.

 As he uttered these two words, a fragment of memory floated out from the endless murmurs almost bursting his head, merging with this weak body.

 "What is this... time travel?" Chen Ling frowned, continuously digesting the memories of this body, his brain throbbing as if being torn apart.

 He was Chen Ling, 28 years old, an intern director at a theater in the capital.

 After the theater performance that day, he was alone on the stage designing the actors' movements when a violent earthquake struck.

 He felt a sharp pain in his head and lost consciousness completely.

 Now, as he carefully thought about it, he was probably killed by a falling spotlight...

 Meanwhile, Chen Ling was slowly digesting the memories of this body, and to his surprise, the owner of this body was also named Chen Ling.

 However, their basic understanding of the world was completely different, and the shattered memories were at odds with each other, making Chen Ling feel like his mind was about to explode.

 He took deep breaths, struggling to get up from the ground, his opera gown now black and red in patches, looking extremely disheveled.

 For some reason, his body felt incredibly heavy, as if after staying up for four or five days in a row writing a play, he was completely drained...

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 "Let's go home first..."

Exhausted and with fragmented thoughts, he could hardly think, relying only on the instincts of this body to head towards "home."

Although he didn't know how he got here, the original owner of this body had memories of this place.

 He would walk this route every day after taking care of his younger brother at the clinic, a journey that usually took two or three minutes from here to home.

 But for him at this moment, this journey felt unusually long.

 The rain, with its piercing cold, flowed over Chen Ling's body, uncontrollably shaking all over.

 Enduring the cold and exhaustion, he walked in the rain for ten minutes before finally reaching the door of the house from his memories.

 Chen Ling searched his pockets and found no keys on him.

 So, skillfully, he pulled out a spare key from the bottom of the newspaper box next to the door and opened it.

 Creak— Warm light poured out from inside the house, illuminating a corner of the dark rainy night and Chen Ling's pale face.

 The moment he saw this light, Chen Ling's tense nerves naturally relaxed, and the cold and exhaustion seemed to dissipate a bit in the light of the lamp.

 He stepped into the house, seeing two figures sitting on either side of the dining table, their eyes red as if they had just cried.

 Hearing the sound of the door opening, they were first stunned, then turned their heads simultaneously.

 "Dad... Mom... I'm back."

Chen Ling, with a heavy head, subconsciously prepared to change shoes at the door, only to find that he was barefoot from the beginning.

 At this moment, the soles of his feet and the gaps between his toes were almost filled with mud, leaving two large black footprints on the floor.

 The two figures sitting at the dining table at this moment saw the red-clothed Chen Ling entering, and their pupils contracted sharply! "You... you..." The man's Adam's apple rolled, he opened his mouth wide, with a look of disbelief.

 "Mom... is there water at home? I'm so thirsty."

After returning home, Chen Ling completely relaxed, his consciousness was on the verge of fainting, muttering to himself as he stumbled into the kitchen, picked up the water bucket on the water dispenser, and drank deeply.

 Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle...

 In the kitchen, the figure in red clothes seemed like a beast, greedily swallowing the water source.

 The water dripping from the corners of the mouth fell on the ground, forming puddles, reflecting the two pale and terrified faces in the living room.

 "Ah... Ling?" The woman mustered up the courage to speak, trembling。

"How did you come back?" Chen Ling, crazily gulping down the water from the bucket, couldn't hear the woman's words, and then he seemed to think he was drinking too slowly, so he directly bit off the fist-sized water bucket head with his mouth!

The synthetic plastic was chewed forcefully, and the rushing water flowed into his mouth, refreshing! "I walked back." A voice came from behind Chen Ling.

 Yes...

 from behind.

 At this moment, Chen Ling was still immersed in drinking water, but his voice clearly reached the ears of the two people, as if there was another red-clothed Chen Ling standing behind him, spreading his hands and answering matter-of-factly.

 "It was raining heavily, and I think I got lost."

"It seems like I fell a few times on the way, and my shoes are gone..."

"Mom, I made the floor dirty, if it's not urgent, wait for me to clean it up tomorrow when I wake up... I'm too tired now."

Watching this eerie scene in front of them, the man and woman in the living room felt a chill down their spines, the kerosene lamp in the glass lampshade kept swaying, as if an invisible hand was playfully toying with the wick.

 Their faces were pale, but they stood stiffly in place, not daring to move.

 Finally, the water bucket was emptied.

 Chen Ling wiped his mouth, put down the water bucket, then turned around, stepping with black footprints on the floor, stumbling towards his bedroom... 

"Dad, Mom... you should go to bed early too, good night." He mumbled, then closed the door with a thud, followed by a heavy object falling on the bed.

 The living room fell into silence.

 After an unknown amount of time, the two figures, frozen like sculptures, slowly turned their heads to face each other.

 The swaying wick returned to stability, the eerie kerosene lamp barely illuminating the dim living room, they trembled as they sat on the chairs, their faces devoid of any color.

 "He... he's back." The man's hoarse voice spoke, "How is this possible..."

"If he really is Ling..." "Then who did we kill last night...?"