Chapter 235

Sudden change in painting style.

The world collapsed.

Yilin's spiritual attribute is close to the first layer of spiritual lock, and his brain speed is not fast.

But when Zhao Yulong said that sentence as if joking, Yilin seemed to feel a loud bang in his head, and it was like a string snapped into several pieces.

"You, what did you just say?"

Yilin tried to keep the surface calm.

But if Zhao Yulong could be more careful, he could find that Yilin's interphalangeal joints were white at this time, and there was a trace of trembling in his tone.

Zhao Yulong didn't notice the change of Yi Lin's tone at all. He raised his hair and patted Yi Lin on the shoulder: "you're not naive enough to think that I won't thoroughly investigate your background before you join the special group? Hiahiahiahia --"

A moment of silence.

Elaine closed her eyes.

Who are my parents?

In an instant.

Originally in the mind, the two once very familiar names, Yilin could not say them anyway.

Name, height, appearance, age... Everything about "parents" seems to be forcibly erased by some force.

Yilin can't understand the current situation.

He only felt his limbs cold and his back cold, as if the surrounding temperature suddenly changed from early autumn to winter, which made Yilin feel difficult to adapt, and there was an illusion that his thinking was frozen.

Who am I?

Who are my parents?

What world is this?

I crossed again?

Why are your parents gone?

Or did I have no parents from the beginning?

But what about memory and habitual cognition?

Or have some "facts" changed from the moment of rebirth?

In just one minute.

Yilin's frozen thoughts began to run again, and many messy ideas came out, each of which was difficult to get the answer.

Zhao Yulong looked confused.

How can we have a good chat? The boy's mood changes as he says?

He didn't say anything?

Isn't it just a day job?

There are as many white workers in the special group as cattle hair, as vast as the sea!

Zhao Yulong thought of his experience in Huating city. Could it be that the boy had too much pressure, endocrine disorders and emotional problems during this time?

"HMM... would you like to see a doctor? He's in the group..."

Before Zhao Yulong finished, Yilin suddenly turned and left, and never looked at Zhao Yulong again.

In situ, only Zhao Yulong was left alone, dressed in a neat suit, messy in the wind, feeling inexplicable.

In the corridor.

Yilin took two steps, like solidified blood, which was slowly flowing again, but there was still an illusion that his hands and feet were numb.

What should I do?

Innumerable question marks hovered in Yilin's brain.

Faced with this situation, he has no plan.

He never even thought that the world outlook collapsed so suddenly and everything came so thoroughly.

"Molly!"

He suddenly remembered Molly.

Remember that Molly told Yilin the theory of time and space travel. If you find Molly, you may get the answer.

Five minutes later.

When Yilin found Molly buried in her work in the studio, her agitation was calmed down a lot.

After all, he is not an ordinary person.

In this strange situation, we need to be calm.

"Don't you see I'm busy?"

Although Molly had a complaint on her face, she stopped her work for some reason.

Yilin is silent for a moment. On the way, he has decided not to tell Molly that his memory is wrong for the time being. First tap from the side to understand Molly's "memory".

"Well... I'll ask, have you checked my information before?"

Molly looked embarrassed: "how could it be! Do you think I Molly would do this..."

Yilin interrupted Molly: "I'm serious. I'm not kidding."

Molly was stunned, but she quickly lowered her head and said in a weak voice, "check... It's true."

"Show me."

"Are you stupid? I'm fine and leave evidence? Ah, bah, I mean, what do I do when I'm fine to record such meaningless content? Do you think I'm stupid, too?"

Yilin thought about it and seemed to be right. With Mo Mengmeng's character, he would check it secretly at most and would not leave any evidence.

"Do you remember... My life experience, such as my parents and so on."

Molly's expression was slightly stunned. She always felt that Yilin was a little strange today, but she couldn't say what was strange.

But seeing that the face of the Iraqi Rin was serious, she did not tuckle, and said, "you are not really able to make complaints about what you are doing."

"Please say."

"Yi Lin, male, born on March 28, 2103, with unknown parents. The file is so recorded, but it should be earlier. After all, this is the date when the welfare home registered your ID for you..."

"Welfare home?" Yilin's pupils contracted.

"Yes, it's the welfare home you came out with sister Yiyi. Where are you from? Don't you count it in your heart?"

"When did you check it?"

"It was the first time I played mobile phone in your house that day. It wasn't difficult. I found it in a few minutes."

Yilin was silent for a moment.

"What is one plus one?"

"... get out."

Molly should be Molly. That's right.

Irene opened the Apostle panel again and reconfirmed it.

Even repeatedly confirm the props in the storage space.

Yes, he did return from the world.

There is no possibility of falling into inexplicable trials again.

In other words... This is reality!

Suddenly distorted reality!

From the beginning, the reality is no longer the reality he recognized, but his memory is wrong?

"No!" Yilin's eyes coagulated and soon denied the idea: "there must be some mistakes, my money, by the way, my money..."

Just when Molly felt that Yilin seemed to be blowing for some reason, Yilin asked again.

"I ask you, where did the funds in my account come from?"

Molly looked at Yilin strangely: "don't you have amnesia? When you were in the welfare home, you received a donation from a foundation, and a sum of money will be paid to your account regularly every period of time. Tut, I don't know what your luck is. Such a good thing can happen."

Foundation?

"Foundation? What foundation?"

"Er... This information is not clear."

"Can you find it?"

"Wait, let me see..." Molly quickly knocked a few times in front of the computer, then shook her head: "it's difficult. You also know the particularity of the international network. The headquarters of the foundation is abroad. If you want to check... It's a little troublesome, you can't check it secretly."

Yilin also knows what Molly means by "secretly".

"I'll go out." Yilin's face was expressionless.

Molly:

Soon after, Yilin returned to Qingcheng alone.

After his rebirth, he spent most of his time in Qingcheng. He just wanted to return to this small city and find some clues.

Along the way.

Yilin tried his best to search for the traces of "parents" in his brain.

However, it is a pity that since returning to this timeline, in the memory of Yilin in the past three years, his parents have never appeared in front of anyone. Yilin can't even recall his parents' names and even faces, as if "parents" had never appeared in his world from the beginning.

"Why?"

"Is there something wrong with the world, or is my memory wrong?"

"Because of the butterfly effect?"

"No, Molly said, the timeline of my rebirth cannot affect another timeline, nor can it change the 'facts' that have happened."

"All the 'facts' that happened eventually become history. History cannot be changed. According to Mengmeng's theory, it should be so, but why do I always think that my parents are still alive?"

"Think about it carefully. In the past three years of rebirth, I have never taken the initiative to contact them, or even to contact them."

"But I clearly have some incomplete memory fragments."

"Is it me who made the mistake, or... The world?"

"Or is the space-time shuttle theory that Mengmeng said a mistake?"

"Everything... Is wrong?"

Yilin looked up at the familiar and strange sky, as if he had lost his strength.

"So... What is space-time?"

Since his rebirth, Yilin has never had such a desperate and confused state of mind.

Even if he faced the moment of life and death in the world trial practice, Yilin had never been so desperate.

Who am I?

Who are my parents?

Where am I?

Where am I going?

Where am I from?

When the philosophical n question, which was originally just used to moan without illness on the Internet, really appeared in Yilin's mind, Yilin didn't feel ridiculous. He really wanted to know the answer.

In this way, Yilin came to Qingcheng high school.

On the playground, the students practiced, boxed and exercised.

In all kinds of culture classes, reading, discussion and experiment are a beautiful scene of prosperity.

"Eh? Classmate Yilin, why did you go back to your alma mater? Haven't you had a holiday at this time?"

At this time, a familiar and strange voice sounded behind Yilin.

He was his former head teacher.

Yilin turned his head slightly blankly: "who are my parents?"

The head teacher smiled: "Yilin, what are you kidding?"

Yilin was silent and left the place.

He came to the classrooms' offices.

Wang Fenbi, a ten thousand year single history teacher, happened to have no class. When he saw Yilin, he looked happy: "Yilin classmate."

"Who are my parents?"

Wang Fen's pen looked confused and forced: "how do I know?"

The teacher in the corridor.

"Who are my parents?"

"Where are your parents?"

Repeat students.

"Who are my parents?"

"Classmate Yilin, why are you kidding? Is there too much pressure in the university? I remember your ambition is to major in tower learning?"

all.

"Who are my parents?"

“……”

"Who am I...?"

The familiar scene, I don't know why, the kind smiling faces made Yilin give birth to a strange fear.

an hour later.

Qingcheng police station.

Among the busy police officers, Yilin finds Xu Zhiyong.

Not seen for some time, Xu Zhiyong seemed a little old. His deep black eyes hung on his face, like a completely hollowed out expression, very haggard.

When he saw Yilin coming to him, Xu Zhiyong was surprised. He suddenly remembered Yilin's mystery and quickly lowered his voice: "take a step to talk."

Yilin pursed his lips. At this time, he was in no mood to wear the disguise of "good student", and it seemed unnecessary in front of Xu Zhiyong.

"No, I just want to ask one thing. Have the files of the 'Xiao Yang' case been handed over?"

"Xiao Yang?"

Hearing this, Xu Zhiyong almost became the name of the old yellow calendar. At that time, he trembled and became energetic.

He looked around and saw no one paying attention here. Then he whispered, "I said, brother, what are you doing turning over this old account at this time?"

"You should have investigated my background."

"That must be! This is professionalism."

Yi Lin stared into Xu Zhiyong's eyes and asked, "in your memory, who are my parents?"

The voice just fell.

Xu Zhiyong's expression was only a little trance for a moment, but he soon smiled and said, "what are you doing joking at this time?"