Chapter 233 I, Am, Who?

The painting style changes suddenly.

The world collapsed.

Yi Lin's current mental attributes are close to the first level of mental locks, and her brain speed is not uncomfortably fast.

But the moment Zhao Yulong said that sentence as if joking, Yi Lin seemed to feel a loud bang in her head, and it seemed like a certain string snapped into several pieces.

"You, what did you just say?"

Yi Lin tried her best to maintain a superficial calm.

But if Zhao Yulong had been more careful, he would have noticed that Yi Lin's knuckles were clenched white, and there was a trace of tremor hidden in her tone.

Zhao Yulong didn't notice the change in Yi Lin's tone at all, he brushed his hair coquettishly, and patted Yi Lin's shoulder: "You won't be so naive as to think that I won't thoroughly investigate your background before you join the special team. One more time? HiaHiaHia—”

There was a moment of silence.

Erin closed her eyes.

My parents... who are they?

In an instant.

Originally in her mind, Yi Lin couldn't say those two familiar names.

Name, height, appearance, age... everything about "parents", as if by some kind of force, this part of the memory was forcibly erased.

Yi Lin couldn't understand the current situation.

He only felt that his limbs were cold and his back was cold, as if the temperature around him had suddenly changed from early autumn to cold winter, which made Yi Lin feel uneasy, and had the illusion that his thinking was frozen.

who I am?

who are my parents

What kind of world is this?

I crossed again?

Why are the parents gone?

Or is it that I never had parents in the first place?

But what about memory and habitual cognition?

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

in just a minute.

Yi Lin's frozen thoughts started to work again, and many messy thoughts came up, each of which was difficult to come up with an answer.

Zhao Yulong was stunned.

How can we have a good chat, this kid's mood can change whenever he wants?

He didn't say anything?

Isn't it just a white job?

There are so many white workers in the special group, as vast as an ocean!

Zhao Yulong recalled his experience in Huating City again. Could it be that this kid was under too much pressure, endocrine disorders, and emotional problems during this time?

"Hmm... Do you want to find a 'doctor' to show you? He is in the group..."

Before Zhao Yulong finished speaking, Yi Lin suddenly turned around and left without looking at Zhao Yulong again.

In the same place, only Zhao Yulong was left alone, wearing a neat suit, the wind was messy, and he felt inexplicable.

in the hallway.

Yi Lin took two steps, like the coagulated blood, and then slowly flowed again, but there was still an illusion of numbness in the hands and feet.

what to do?

There are countless question marks in Yi Lin's mind.

Faced with this situation, he had no plan.

He never even thought that this world view collapsed so suddenly,

Everything came so thoroughly.

"Molly!"

Suddenly he thought of Molly.

Thinking back, it was Molly who told Yi Lin the theory of time and space travel. If you find Molly, you might be able to get the answer.

five minutes later.

When Yi Lin found Molly who was immersed in her work in the studio, her agitated mood had calmed down a lot.

After all, he is not an ordinary person.

In this weird situation, it is even more necessary to be calm.

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

Although Molly had complaints on her face, she stopped what she was doing in an instant for some reason.

Yi Lin was silent for a moment. On the way, he had already decided not to tell Molly about his memory error.

"Well... Let me ask, have you checked my information before?"

Molly looked slightly embarrassed: "How is that possible! You think I, Molly, would do something like this..."

Yi Lin interrupted Molly: "I'm serious, I'm not joking."

Molly was taken aback for a moment, but quickly lowered her head, her voice was weak: "I checked... I did check it."

"show me."

"Are you stupid? I have nothing to leave evidence? Ah bah, I mean, what do I do to record such meaningless content when I have nothing to do? Do you think I am stupid too?"

Yi Lin thought about it for a second, and she seemed to be right. With Mo Mengmeng's character, at most, she would just check it out secretly, without leaving any evidence.

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

Molly's expression was slightly startled, she always felt that Yi Lin was a little weird today, but she couldn't tell what was weird.

But seeing Yi Lin's serious expression, she didn't complain, and said simply and neatly: "Actually, there is nothing to check about your life experience, everything is clean."

"Please tell me."

"Yirin, male, born on March 28, 2103, parents are unknown. The file says so, but it should be earlier, after all, this is the date when the orphanage registered your ID..."

"Welfare home?" Yi Lin's pupils shrank.

"That's right, isn't it the orphanage where you and Sister Yiyi came out together, don't you know where you came from?"

"When did you check?"

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

Yi Lin was silent for a moment.

"What is one plus one?"

"……,roll."

Molly should be Molly, yes.

Yi Lin opened the apostle panel again and checked again.

Even check the props in the storage space repeatedly.

That's right, he did return from the other world.

There is no possibility of falling into inexplicable trials again.

In other words... here is reality!

Suddenly twisted reality!

Could it be that from the very beginning, reality was no longer the reality he knew, but his memory was wrong?

"No!" Yi Lin's eyes were fixed, and she quickly denied the idea: "There must be some mistakes, my money, right, my money..."

Just when Molly felt that Yi Lin seemed to be taking a breath for no reason, Yi Lin asked again.

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

Molly gave Yi Lin a weird look: "You don't have amnesia, do you? When you were in the orphanage, you received a donation from a foundation, and every time a certain amount of money would be transferred to your account. Tsk, I don’t know what kind of luck you have, such a good thing can happen to you.”

foundation?

"Foundation? What foundation?"

"Uh... the information doesn't make it clear."

"Can you find it?"

"Wait, let me see..." Molly quickly typed a few times in front of the computer, then shook her head: "It's difficult, you also know the special nature of the current international network, the headquarters of this foundation is abroad, if you want to check... ...It's a little troublesome, so I can't check it secretly."

Yi Lin also knew exactly what Molly meant by "secretly".

"I'll go out for a while." Yi Lin remained expressionless.

Molly: "???"

Not long after, Yi Lin returned to Qingcheng alone.

After he was reborn, he spent most of his time in Qingcheng. He only hoped to return to this small city and find some clues.

along the way.

Yi Lin desperately searched for traces of her "parents" in her mind.

But unfortunately, since returning to this timeline, in the past three years in Yi Lin's memory, his parents have never appeared in front of anyone, and Yi Lin can't even recall his parents' names or even their appearance, as if " The existence of "parents" never appeared in his world from the very beginning.

"Why?"

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

"Is it because of the butterfly effect?"

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

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

"Thinking about it carefully, during the three years of my rebirth, I have never contacted them, or even contacted them."

"But I obviously have a bit of fragmented memory."

"Is it me who made the mistake? Or...the world?"

"Or, the space-time travel theory that Mengmeng mentioned is a mistake at all?"

"Everything...was wrong?"

Yi Lin raised her head and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar sky, as if she had lost all her strength.

"So... time and space, what exactly is it?"

Since her rebirth, Yi Lin has never had such a desperate and bewildered state of mind.

Even when faced with the moment of life and death in the outer world trial, Yi Lin had never been so desperate.

who I am?

who are my parents

Where am I?

Where am I going?

Where do I come from?

When the philosophical N questions that were originally just used to moan without illness on the Internet really appeared in Yi Lin's mind, Yi Lin didn't feel absurd at all, he really wanted to know the answer.

Just like that, Yi Lin came to Qingcheng High School in a daze.

On the playground, the students practice neatly, boxing and exercising.

In various cultural classes, reading aloud, discussions, and experiments are all a thriving scene.

"Huh? Student Yi Lin, why did you go back to your alma mater? Isn't it the holidays at this time?"

At this time, behind Yi Lin, a voice that was both familiar and unfamiliar sounded.

It was his former head teacher.

Yi Lin turned her head in a daze: "Who are my parents?"

The homeroom teacher couldn't help laughing: "Student Yi Lin, what are you kidding?"

Yi Lin remained silent and left the place.

He came to the offices of the classrooms.

Wang Fenbi, a history teacher who is single for ten thousand years, happened to have no class, and when he saw Yi Lin, his expression was delighted: "Student Yi Lin."

"Who are my parents?"

Wang Fenbi looked confused: "How do I know?"

Hallway teacher.

"Who are my parents?"

"Where are your parents from?"

Classmates who stayed in grades.

"Who are my parents?"

"Student Yi Lin, why are you making such a joke? Is there too much pressure in college? I remember that your ambition is to major in tower science, right?"

everyone.

"Who are my parents?"

"..."

"who I am?"

The familiar scene, for some reason, those kind smiling faces made Yi Lin feel a kind of strange fear.

After one hour.

Qingcheng Police Station.

Among the busy police officers, Yi Lin found Xu Zhiyong.

After not seeing him for a while, Xu Zhiyong seemed to have aged a bit, with deep-set dark circles hanging on his face, like a completely hollowed-out expression, very haggard.

Xu Zhiyong was a little surprised when he saw Yi Lin coming to him specially. He suddenly remembered Yi Lin's mystery, and quickly lowered his voice: "Take a step to talk."

Yi Lin pursed her lips. At this moment, he was not in any mood to put on the disguise of a "good student", and it seemed unnecessary in front of Xu Zhiyong.

"No, I just want to ask one thing, have the files of the 'Henry Zhang' case been handed over?"

"Xiao Yang?"

When Xu Zhiyong heard that this was almost the name of the old Huang Li, he immediately trembled and became more energetic.

He looked around and saw that no one was paying attention, so he whispered: "I said, brother, what are you doing with this old account at this time?"

"You should have checked my background back then."

"That must be! This is professionalism."

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

The voice just fell.

Xu Zhiyong's expression was in a daze for a moment, but he quickly smiled and said, "What are you joking about at this time?"