Chapter 209: Face and the Characters in the Play

The middle-aged man who came out of Wen Shilin's house, the extra who performed a one-man show in an abandoned factory, the reporter Lin Yan, the unfamiliar face who ate meat and chicken, the sidekick in the ancient military library, the Fire Usurper No. 13...

Dozens of faces were torn off by Chen Ling. Looking at the changing identities, Chen Ling became a little numb. Unknowingly, he had played so many roles... For a moment, he even doubted But who is he and what is he?

A clown who keeps playing the role of others, or a desperate actor trapped on a confused stage?

Finally, when the face that belonged to him and Chen Ling appeared on the reflection of the wall clock, Chen Ling's heart relaxed a little...

That is his extremely familiar face, and it is also his most authentic appearance. His formlessness can only be traced back to this point. Under this face, there is no other face.

Sure enough, I am me...I am Chen Ling.

Chen Ling took a deep breath, as if she wanted to exhale all the doubts and fears that had just lingered in her mind... The farce was over, and it was time to leave.

Chen Ling was about to turn around and leave, but found that as she changed back to her original face, the brown coat on her body also turned into the scarlet opera robe.

"Did you accidentally change back? It's better to return to Yan Xishou's appearance and leave first."

Chen Ling murmured to himself. He turned around and just took a step forward when his whole body suddenly froze on the spot.

He looked at himself in the reflection of the wall clock, wearing a red opera robe, and a question he had forgotten for a long time suddenly came to his mind...

Own,

Why are you wearing this opera robe?

This opera robe should belong to Ayan... When Ayan died, his parents used this opera robe as a shroud and were buried with him... But why did it appear on him?

Ever since Chen Ling regained his memory for the first time on that rainy night, this opera robe had been put on him... But before that, he and Ayan were buried in the ground. When did he put it on? This opera robe?

Also... this opera robe is clearly not his, so why does it reappear after him every time he dies? ?

The moment this question appeared, Chen Ling felt that all the hairs on his body stood on end. He turned his head stiffly and looked at himself in the reflection of the wall clock. His pupils shrank slightly uncontrollably...

In a strange way, he stretched out his fingertips and touched his chin again...

His Wuxiang can only be traced back to this point. Under this face, there should be no other face... But Chen Ling still did it.

The fingertips rubbed gently on the slightly rough chin, as if searching for something. Suddenly, the smallest part of the fingertips seemed to touch an undetectable bump... It was like a photo that had been pasted To the perfect mask, a wrinkle appeared.

Chen Ling's body was shaken as if she was electrocuted!

His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his fingertips pinched the bulge little by little, and then tore it off hard...

An extremely thin piece of dough slipped from Chen Ling's fingertips.

The pendulum buzzed in the dead silence of the room. On the smooth glass, a handsome young face appeared at some point... It was a face that Chen Ling would never forget. After seeing this Chen Ling's breathing stopped when she looked at her face.

That was Chen Yan's face.

Seeing himself in the mirror, Chen Ling's mind went blank. He stood motionless like a sculpture... At the same time, the picture in front of him seemed to suddenly distort. The original study room had disappeared, replaced by A twisted divine path leading from the abyss to the sky.

Chen Ling seemed to have remembered something, and looked back stiffly, only to see a line of small words that he had ignored reflected in his pupils again on the first step of the Shinto:

——Losing the person who loves you most and becoming him]

His pupils suddenly contracted!

Audience expectation value +10]

Current expectation: 64%]

Then, he seemed to remember something, his eyes widened unconsciously, and he laughed as if he had seen through everything:

"I see...it's you! Are you kidding me again?! It's been so quiet for so long, but you're here waiting for me?!"

"You have tampered with the names on the transaction records and the photos above! You have also changed my face! Right?!"

"You saw that Yan Xishou remembered it wrong, so you came up with this idea on the spur of the moment! You want to use this method to drive me crazy... not everything can be tampered with by you! I must have a way to prove who I am, there must be Method!!"

The figure in a bright red opera robe was grabbing his hair frantically and walking back and forth in the room, as if he was thinking hard about something.

The buzzing alarm sounded outside the window, and many figures were running outside. Outside the closed door, there seemed to be a large number of footsteps approaching here...

The man in red's eyes fell on the dungeon in the distance, and an idea flashed through his mind instantly. His gray struggling eyes lit up slightly as if he had found hope.

"I know...search for broken souls! Search for broken souls!!"

"You have tampered with reality, but you cannot change the memory engraved in my soul... As long as I conduct a soul-breaking search on myself! I can see with my own eyes what happened that night!"

The man in red looked like a drowning man who had finally grasped the life-saving straw. He punched the window without hesitation. His light figure was like a flying red butterfly, and he jumped down from the fourth floor, heading straight towards the interrogation room next to the dungeon. The room drifted away.

At the same time, the door of the study shook twice and exploded!

The old housekeeper stood outside the door with a dozen people, looking extremely ugly. Behind him, the paper puppet master carrying a paper man and a man in black were standing on both sides.

If the man in red looked back at this moment, he would find that the man in black was the strong man of the Book God Dao who wanted to take him into Aurora City by force after he got out of the Bingdao Ancient Tibetan Monastery, but was stopped by Han Meng on the train.

At this moment, the two stood beside the old housekeeper, and saw the red figure who jumped down from the window just now, and their faces were as gloomy as water.

"Dare to pretend to be me... Really looking for death."

The paper puppet master snorted coldly, and the paper man lying behind him immediately floated out, passing the broken window like a ghost, and chased in the direction where the man in red left.

The man in black on the side also glanced in that direction, snorted coldly, and his figure turned into countless "horizontal, vertical, left and right strokes" like ink, and quickly disappeared on the spot.

The old housekeeper hurried into the study, searched around, and soon found Yan Xishou who was knocked unconscious in the bookshelf cabinet. After trembling to confirm that he was still breathing, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Anger and murderous intent immediately appeared on his face.

"After escaping from prison, he dared to come back and attack the young master... If he doesn't die today, the face of the Star Chamber of Commerce will be completely lost!!"

"Don't worry." The puppet master stood beside him and said lightly,

"This time, he can't escape."