Chapter 208 Photos

Chen Ling felt that his brain was a mess at the moment.

He looked at the pages with the information of "Chen Ling" and "Chen Yan" in his hand, and an inexplicable sense of creepiness came over him... The reality and his memory were completely opposite, as if someone had swapped his life.

"Impossible... It was A Yan who had a heart disease, how could it be me?" Chen Ling shook his head and muttered to himself, "I lost my heart, my chest is empty, how could it be A Yan's name on it... Are you kidding me?!"

Chen Ling stared at Yan Xishou angrily, as if he wanted to eat him alive!

"I don't have it... I really don't have it!!" Yan Xishou trembled, "That Chen Yan... Chen Yan's organs are still in the basement, and Chen Ling's information at that time is also there, you, you, you... just go and see it yourself!"

"Where is the key?!"

"In the second drawer on the left side of the desk..."

Chen Ling quickly rushed to the desk and took out a simple-looking key from the drawer. Just as he was about to walk out of the study, he seemed to have thought of something and punched Yan Xishou unconscious.

Chen Ling dragged Yan Xishou to the cabinet under the bookshelf and hid him. Then he opened the door and quickly walked towards the basement.

Now that the transaction records have been obtained, Chen Ling should evacuate as soon as possible. Otherwise, the longer he stays here, the greater the risk of those strangers finding him. But now Chen Ling can't take care of these... There are some things that he must figure out.

Chen Ling didn't know why he paid so much attention to the confusion in a name. Maybe it was just that the Star Chamber of Commerce registered it wrong... But he felt that something was wrong, as if... as if he was afraid of something.

With the key, Chen Ling successfully opened the door of the basement, and a chill immediately hit him.

The chill was like wisps of white smoke in the warm room. Behind the door was a spacious and dim space, with shelves neatly arranged in it, which looked like some kind of warehouse.

Chen Ling frowned and walked straight into it.

Most of the vessels stored here were used to preserve organs. The shelves were arranged according to date. Most of the vessels on them were empty, which should have been distributed. However, even so, there were some cowhide file bags next to the empty vessels, which seemed to record something.

Looking around, there were at least hundreds of vessels here, which meant that at least hundreds of lives had lost their health and organs.

Chen Ling was not interested in other people's vessels at all. He followed the instructions on the shelf and found the day when his heart was dug out, that is, the day when he experienced the intersection of the gray world and woke up from the mass grave...

On the shelf, there were several vessels in order, and the vessel with the label "Chen Yan" was empty.

Chen Ling frowned. He took down the leather document bag beside him and opened it. There were several photos inside... In the photo, there was a shabby operating room. A boy was lying flat on the operating table with his eyes closed, as if he was asleep.

"Ayan..." Chen Ling muttered to himself.

The second photo was still the same operating table, but the boy on the operating table had his chest cut open. Bone Knife stood beside him, holding a scalpel, and was concentrating on the operation.

In the third photo, the boy's face was pale, and blood almost covered the entire operating table. Bone Knife had put down the scalpel at this time, holding a bright red heart in both hands, looking at the position of the camera, as if deliberately proving that the heart was taken out of the boy's body.

There was no one in the fourth photo, only a vessel for holding a heart. A hand was putting the heart into it and sealing the vessel at the same time. A sealing strip with a number was attached to the surface.

These four photos should be used to prove the source of the heart to the buyer. When seeing these photos, Chen Ling's eyes were filled with deep confusion...

The text may be wrong, but the pictures in the photos will not lie. The person lying on the operating table is Chen Yan, and the heart was also taken out of his body... But how could this be? This is completely different from what he remembered!

Chen Ling's breathing became heavy. He immediately walked to the utensils next to him, took out the cowhide bag with "Chen Ling" written on it, and took out the photos in it one by one.

Chen Ling in the photo also had his organs removed one by one on the operating table, but there was no heart...

Chen Ling stayed where he was, motionless like a sculpture.

"If it was really Ah Yan who lost his heart... then who am I?" Chen Ling felt that his brain was about to explode. At this moment, countless afterimages that he had ignored flashed through his mind.

That was the picture that appeared in his mind when he stumbled to the mass grave in the heavy snow... That was Chen Yan's memory.

He didn't know why Chen Yan's memory appeared in his mind, but in that memory, he seemed to have become Chen Yan, personally experiencing that heart-wrenching past, and he couldn't remember anything that happened after he was knocked unconscious... He regained consciousness for the first time on the way home from the mass grave.

He remembered clearly that he struggled for a long time in the rainy night before he remembered his name, which was Chen Ling.

"I am Chen Ling... I am not Chen Ling? No... Impossible... I have almost all of his memories, except for a small part of that night... Who else could I be if not Chen Ling?!"

"No... I am the time traveler Chen Ling! Not the Chen Ling here... No, but I have clearly become Chen Ling..."

Chen Ling held his head with both hands, and the disordered memories surged in his mind. He could no longer tell what was true and what was false.

Chen Ling's palm rubbed his cheek, and he seemed to remember something. He suddenly raised his head and stumbled out of the basement... He knew how to prove who he was.

He rushed back to Yan Xishou's study, locked the door, and came to the large wooden wall clock in the center of the room.

The old and mottled pendulum swung at the frequency of time, making a mysterious slight sound like the years. The spotless glass surface of the wall clock clearly reflected Yan Xishou's face.

Chen Ling touched his chin with his right hand and tore it hard. A human face fell to the ground lightly...

Behind Yan Xishou's face was the face of the puppeteer.

Seeing this, Chen Ling continued to touch his chin and tore it again.

As the puppeteer's face fell, another face appeared in the reflection of the wall clock. It was the face of Afeng in the dungeon of the Star Chamber of Commerce... Chen Ling frowned more and more. He tore his face frantically. One after another, the faces that had appeared before appeared on the reflection of the wall clock like a magic trick.