Lin Zhenzhen's hysterical questioning echoed continuously in the room.

Gong Yao gently lifted his eyelids, fully revealing his dark pupils set in his eye sockets.

Time passed by, second by second.

He seemed to be looking at the other person, or perhaps he was seeing his own distorted and wavering self through that person.

Gong Yao paused for a long time, so long that Rex, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but interrupt.

"Hey, that's enough already. Keep making a racket, be careful what happens later..."

"yes."

Gong Yao's tone was calm: "Such behavior is simply overestimating one's own abilities."

......

"Good, good, very good."

Lin Zhenzhen said "good" three times in a row, and by the end, tears were faintly visible glistening in her eyes.

"I understand, you are not him."

Lin Zhenzhen curled her lips into a mocking smile: "You're a monster, a cold-blooded monster without emotions."

"How could I be so stupid as to mistake you for him?"

Rex immediately rushed forward: "Hey, you ungrateful woman, how dare you disrespect Yao!"

“Rex.” Gong Yao raised his hand, interrupting the mental attack that Rex was launching.

"Go out and contact the research department for me. Tell them I want to talk to them in person."

“Fine!” Rex turned his head to look at Lin Zhenzhen, giving her a “you’re dead now” look.

After Rex walked away, Gong Yao turned his head and quietly looked at Lin Zhenzhen in front of him.

He raised his left hand into the air, his tone devoid of emotion: "Give it to me, doesn't it hurt to squeeze it?"

Lin Zhenzhen didn't speak. She lowered her head, staring blankly at the "blood" that had flowed down from her palm onto the ground.

Lin Zhenzhen wasn't surprised by the injury, but the liquid flowing from her wound was too strange.

It is red, but it is not blood.

Instead, it was a non-Newtonian fluid, similar to mercury, slowly dripping onto the floor.

Lin Zhenzhen's voice trembled uncontrollably: "What am I? What am I?"

Gong Yao grasped Lin Zhenzhen's wrist and gently removed the shards of glass from her hand.

In an instant, the hard shards of glass turned to ash in his hand, and with a gentle flick, they vanished without a trace.

"Your physical body in the real world has perished; you are now merely a consciousness manifested through data."

"According to human thinking, it can be understood as a wandering soul."

"Soul?" Lin Zhenzhen curled her lips. "That's right, I'm already dead."

"That year, I had just won two Best Actress awards and was enjoying unparalleled glory. My boyfriend loved me very much. His name was Hong Lian, and he was one of the most talented young directors in China."

What Lin Zhenzhen didn't notice was that her brows furrowed slightly, as if she couldn't suppress the resistance in her heart.

"After a dinner party, Hong Lian drove me home. As we were passing an intersection, a large truck suddenly darted out from the side of the road."

Lin Zhenzhen closed her eyes, as if trying to recall the scene at that time.

"Later, I felt my body getting lighter and lighter, like a kite being blown by the wind and slowly floating up."

"I watched helplessly as my body grew smaller and smaller until it became a blurry black dot."

“I heard that strange electronic voice. It said it was the system, from the Empire’s Quick Transmigration.”

"It said I had become a host, and that as long as I completed the task, I could use the contribution points I earned to fulfill my wishes."

Lin Zhenzhen's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, her eyelashes trembled wildly, and she seemed to be trapped in some kind of terrible nightmare, her expression revealing a deep and indescribable stubbornness.

“I said, no matter what, I have to go back to the real world.”

"Because there are people I absolutely must see."

Lin Zhenzhen's tone suddenly relaxed.

"That's it. That's right." Lin Zhenzhen repeated these two sentences, as if she was deliberately giving herself some kind of psychological suggestion.

Gong Yao gazed at her intently, his eyes deep and unwavering, remaining motionless for a moment.

Lin Zhenzhen suddenly launched an attack, raising her voice several octaves as if she were venting her frustration: "That's clearly how it is!"

"That's how I remember it! Why is it exactly like that?"

"But now I'm starting to doubt myself, doubt my brain, doubt everything I've ever been through!"

"I'm waiting. The person I want to see is named Hong Lian. He is my first love, my fiancé, and my lover!"

"But because of you, my real world has been mixed up with my so-called experiments."

Lin Zhenzhen's body trembled uncontrollably: "That's why I had that dream, dreaming that at the scene of the car accident, there was another person's shadow."

"Another person?" Gong Yao paused, then asked in a strange tone, "You mean?"

Lin Zhenzhen suddenly looked up, staring intently at the man in front of her: "Where is Gong Yao? Is he human, a soul, or an existence like yours?"

"What kind of relationship do you have with him?"

Gong Yao concealed the sharpness in his eyes, like an eagle gliding low in the sky, silent yet impossible to ignore.

The girl held her chin high. Although she was as small and helpless as a lamb in front of him, she was fearless and her clear eyes shone with an extremely stubborn light.

Without a doubt, she was not afraid of the worst possible consequences.

Even knowing that such an action was futile and foolish, she had no intention of backing down.