"Beijing Grand Theater..." Isn't that the theater where I used to work? Chen Ling remembered the day when she was killed by a chandelier and crossed over, which seemed like an earthquake...

So, did she really come back? At the same time, a group of pedestrians also stopped and pointed at the screen.

"Red meteor?" "Come to think of it, I think I saw it this morning too...

It passed by in a flash." "Ah, why didn't it hit the Earth? Hurry up and destroy the world, I really don't want to go to work..." "What kind of ghost earthquake is this in such a small area? I didn't feel anything in the morning? Could it really be just those few buildings shaking?" "The news said it was caused by magnetic pole changes...

Forget it, it didn't shake me anyway." "..." As the news interruption ended, the screen in the building switched back to advertisements, and the crowd only lingered briefly before leaving.

Only Chen Ling stood alone in place, lost in thought.

Red meteor...

So, could her crossing over be related to this meteor? A bus passed by Chen Ling, pulling him back from his chaotic thoughts.

He looked at the red "Route 33" sign on the bus, as if remembering something, and immediately rushed towards the bus.

A blur whizzed past the sidewalk, and he managed to get on the bus before the doors closed.

"Young man, you're quite agile." The elderly driver rubbed his eyes, "I didn't even see how you got over here...

Are you a sprinter?" It was then that Chen Ling realized, looking down at his hands, his brows furrowing tighter.

[Dance of Slaughter]...

Was he brought back by himself?? "Young man, scan the code." The driver started the bus and gestured with his chin towards the payment machine, "Two yuan." "I..." Chen Ling searched his pockets, "I don't have any money on me." "Scan the code to pay, no need for cash." "...I don't have a phone either." Saying this, Chen Ling felt like a wild man from primitive society...

"Oh, why make it difficult for the child, I just broke two yuan buying vegetables earlier, I'll help him pay." A curly-haired middle-aged woman in the front row took out two coins from her pocket and dropped them into the box with a clink.

"Thank you, auntie." Chen Ling thanked politely.

"Young man, are you an actor? Auntie also likes to watch plays, hey, which role do you play?" Hearing this, Chen Ling realized that he was still wearing that bright red opera robe, which was particularly eye-catching inside the bus.

"I, I just sing casually." Chen Ling awkwardly replied.

The bus seats were all taken, so he held onto the handrail, chatting with the auntie as the bus moved forward with a slight sway.

As each bus stop passed by outside the window, Chen Ling's heart gradually tensed up.

He glanced at the next stop's name, slowly moved towards the back door of the bus, and when the bus stopped, he quickly rushed down.

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Across the platform was a residential area.

Chen Ling took off the eye-catching opera robe, walked straight into the residential area, passed through the familiar path, and arrived in front of a small high-rise building.

Seeing that the building was unharmed, Chen Ling finally breathed a sigh of relief...

This was his home.

What he was most worried about was if the earthquake had affected this place, and his parents would end up like him...

Fortunately, everything was safe.

Chen Ling entered the building, only to find white mourning cloth hanging inside.

His heart skipped a beat, and he immediately took the elevator to the ninth floor.

As the elevator door opened, a burst of crying reached his ears.

"Caiyun, don't cry, if you keep crying like this, what will happen to your health..." "Yes, if Ling is still alive, seeing you like this, she would be heartbroken." "Ling was a good child, but fate is...

sigh."Chen Ling stood blankly in the elevator, his gaze passing through the half-closed door, seeing many figures surrounding a middle-aged woman, expressing sorrow and consolation.

Chen Ling recognized them, they were relatives from his hometown in Beijing, aunts and uncles, all gathered here, and the woman in the middle was his mother.

The middle-aged woman held a black and white photo in her arms, already crying.

The figure in the photo...

was Chen Ling.

Two relatives stood in a corner, whispering to each other.

"Where is Chen Ling's father?" "Still at the hospital, discussing Ah Ling's affairs over there...

They said to let Caiyun come back first to pack up Ah Ling's belongings." "Did you see Ah Ling's...

body?" "Yes." The relative nodded, "Poor child...

there was a big hole in the head, they say it was hit by the chandelier." "At the hospital, Caiyun held Ah Ling's hand and cried for over an hour, but was eventually taken away by his father..." "Ah...

what a tragedy." "Let's go, let's talk to Caiyun, no matter what, we need to arrange Ah Ling's affairs first..." "Yes." Chen Ling stood in the elevator, watching everything like a statue.

He wanted to step into the elevator, but didn't know how to explain after seeing his relatives and mother...

his mind was in chaos.

Just then, the elevator doors closed automatically.

As the metal elevator doors gradually closed, the door of Chen Ling's house was pushed open, and the relatives supported Caiyun as they walked out.

Dong— The elevator doors closed, perhaps someone downstairs pressed the button, and the car began to descend slowly...

"...Mom." It was only at this moment that the pale-lipped Chen Ling hoarsely uttered this word.

He looked at his reflection on the metal elevator door, and the image of his mother crying on the ground just now resurfaced in his mind, feeling a sharp pain in his heart...

He took a deep breath, as if determined, and frantically pressed the button for the ninth floor.

He wanted to see his mother.

However, the elevator continued to descend.

At the same time, familiar dark green text appeared in the void: [Code 129439 time limit reached] [Reading interrupted] Boom— The elevator car plummeted rapidly downwards! "...Mom!!!" In the midst of a snowstorm, Chen Ling suddenly sat up from the ground.

He breathed heavily, his pupils involuntarily dilated, he looked around and realized he was still in the cemetery.

"Damn...

what the hell is going on??" Chen Ling regained his senses and couldn't help but curse.

Just now, he almost thought he had really gone back...

but when he opened his eyes, he was still in this wretched place! Chen Ling's gaze fell on the USB drive in the snow.

["Through it, you may understand us a little better..."] What is the organization where Chu Muyun is located? Why do they have a USB drive? And can they even send him back to the previous life? Clenching his hands to support his body, Chen Ling couldn't help but tighten his grip.

He took a deep breath, grabbed the USB drive, and ran down the mountain...

Little Fang's grocery store.

Beside the counter, a woman lazily stretched, watching the dusk outside gradually dimming, saying, "He might not come." "No, he will." Chu Muyun sat in a chair, flipping through a book attentively, and confidently replied.

"Why are you so sure? Over the years, there have been many who refused the invitation from the Twilight Society, right?" "Hong Wang said he would come, so he will definitely come." As Chu Muyun's words fell, the door of the grocery store was forcefully pushed open! Chen Ling stood in the snow outside the door, his chest heaving violently, as if he had run all the way from somewhere.

"We need to have a good chat." He raised the USB drive, speaking slowly and deliberately.