Chapter 58 The Next Time Floats
The following period was filled with ups and downs, and even for the doctor, the memories were not clear.
Things quickly spiraled out of control.
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"Huff, huff, huff—" With heavy breathing, he suddenly opened his eyes, and the scene before him made his vision blur.
He quickly adjusted his state before being discovered by others.
It's actually true...
He looked around and sure enough, this was his high school classroom from his previous life.
In his previous life, he was practically invisible in high school, so it's normal that no one notices him now.
The director looked at his hands in disbelief. He had always suspected that the so-called god came from his own world.
In the original world setting he saw, which was the unfinished novel, only those who had interactions with gods could be pulled into their memories by the gods.
They reinforce the causal relationship between them from their memories and then select a host.
It was all for revenge.
He clenched his fist, somewhat incredulous. He was still unsure whether he had truly returned to the real world, or if this was just...
He quickly calmed down and waited for get out of class to end; now he dared not make any rash moves.
The fact that he is here now means that this "god" is very close to him, perhaps even in this class. The fact that he was pulled into that world was a conspiracy in itself.
He looked around for a while but didn't find anything unusual.
Unable to suppress my restless mind, I listened attentively to the lecture.
Time ticked by, ring ring! ———————
The shrill bell rang, signaling the end of get out of class.
"get out of class dismissed." The teacher began packing up the books, and the students below started noisily discussing what to eat later.
Seeing all this made the director feel as if he had never been in another world.
"Hey, Shuoyan, are you going home for lunch or eating out this afternoon? Let's go together." A pair of large hands patted his shoulder, and for some reason, he didn't instinctively defend himself.
He turned around and saw a cheerful-looking person talking to him.
Who was he? He had no recollection, but that was normal given how much time had passed. So much so that when the other person called his name from his past life, he didn't even realize it was his name—Ye Shuoyan.
It was an ordinary name, unlike the strange ones he chose himself.
He instinctively refused, "No, I have something to do at home, so I'll go now." Then he picked up his schoolbag and walked out.
He really couldn't remember who he was, but he'd never been very popular in class, so he wondered why anyone would invite him to dinner.
Before Yi Sheng could react, the director had already walked away. Watching his retreating figure, he couldn't help but feel a little helpless.
He was the class monitor. Because this student always had some strange scars on his body and slept all the time, his exam scores consistently hovered around the passing mark. The teacher designated him as a student to be closely monitored.
However, every time the teacher visited their home, they were always told that the parents were not home.
After several attempts, he finally realized that his parents might be hiding from him. So he turned to the class monitor and gave him the task—or rather, the class monitor volunteered—to check on this classmate's family situation and see if he was being abused at home.
In the teacher's view, his situation was quite bad; if he could stop sleeping in class, his grades would definitely improve.
The class monitor also felt the same way; he had always been quite curious about this classmate.
I finally managed to strike up a conversation today, but she just ran away.
Helplessly, I packed my things, thinking that I must stop him tomorrow.
But clearly things won't go as he wishes.
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The director hurried through alley after alley until he arrived at his home.
A dilapidated house, rickety and crumbling, creaks and groans as you walk through it.
When he arrived at his doorstep, he hesitated for a moment, then mustered his courage and opened the door in one go.
"Mom, I'm home!"
The director was momentarily stunned when he saw the table laden with food, then sat down.
So it's already this time. He'd missed it. He was certain this wasn't the real world, but merely a fragment of a past memory. At the same time, he felt a mixture of disappointment and relief.
If it's all a hallucination, then everything that happened here won't affect reality. Then he can properly investigate what exactly happened.
He reached out and picked up the chopsticks, took a bite of food, and found it quite delicious—it tasted just like he remembered.
“Da da da da—” A strange sound came from behind.
The director was not surprised at all as he watched the figure emerge from the room.
"Mom, yes, I'm back."
"Ho ho ho—" A sound like the final, dying breaths of a chicken or duck after it has been killed.
"It's nothing. I came back early today because I missed my mom, so I ran back."
"Hehehe—"
"I'm really fine, I just miss my mom. Don't worry, I have enough money." The station chief gazed gently ahead at a simply dressed body, blood gushing from it because it was headless.
You can even clearly see the blood vessels on it still pulsating.
"Mom, don't say that. You haven't caused me any trouble. On the contrary, I'm very happy that you have time to spend with me."
He was telling the truth because his mother used to leave early and return late to earn money, and he rarely saw her all day. But after that incident, he could see his mother often, and he was really happy at that time.
He did not lose his mother.
Even though it's just a fake, he's still very happy to see his mother. He's very happy.
Even though it required him to work hard, he didn't feel very tired.
His mother raised him alone, which was not easy. He was determined to seek justice for his mother, and his mother couldn't do without him.
That's why he's trying to return to this world little by little.
What happened next? Why did he end up in another world? He couldn't remember. His mind was throbbing, but he couldn't recall anything. His memories could only be recalled at certain specific times.
But since this is a memory, he will eventually see the truth.
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On an ordinary night, Shuoyan (the director) prepared dinner and waited for his mother to return. Today was his birthday, and his mother had said she would come back a little earlier.
Shuoyan, a freshman in junior high, blinked his eyes. It was a little late, and he'd probably be sleepy in class tomorrow. But it's okay, it's his birthday today, so he can be a little indulgent, right?
The sky gradually darkened, but Mom still hadn't returned.
However, this was not a big deal for Shuoyan. His mother had worked very hard, so she hadn't kept her promises many times. It was okay, things would be alright soon.
He skillfully reheated the food again and again.
Time passed second by second, and then, with a snap, his head lost consciousness.
When he woke up, he was awakened by shouts: "Ye Shuoyan! Ye Shuoyan! Ye Shuoyan!"
Still half asleep from the noise, I opened my mouth, intending to ask my mother if she had been forced to work overtime again yesterday, and to tell her not to overwork herself.
When she opened her eyes, she found that it wasn't her mother, but an uncle.
The uncle breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the boy was awake. "I thought there was another victim, but thankfully he was just asleep. Is the little one feeling alright?"
Shuoyan's mind went blank; he didn't realize what was happening. But he had a vague feeling that something bad had occurred. A victim? Who was it? Was he a policeman?
Looking towards the door, it was rickety, showing signs of having been forcibly opened.
It's obvious that the person who opened the door had been knocking for a long time, and then suspected something was wrong, so they forcibly opened it.
What happened next felt like a dream to him.
He was taken to a police car. The man was a policeman, but he wasn't wearing a uniform.
Along the way, the uncle explained the situation to him, but he didn't hear anything else except one sentence—"We are so sorry that your mother was murdered."
He arrived at the police station in a daze.
I saw a corpse. The head and body were covered by a silk scarf, but blood was still seeping out, drop by drop. It was clear that this was the result of attempts to cover it up; the scene should have been much more gruesome.
At that moment, he couldn't think about why there was still blood seeping out after so long, or why the police hadn't dealt with it. All he could see was the blood, each drop magnified infinitely in his eyes, gradually obscuring them completely.
He opened his mouth, his expression stiff, motionless. He didn't know how to react, what to do, should he cry? But he couldn't cry. It hurt so much, why? For a moment, he felt like he couldn't breathe.
His face was deathly pale. It was the uncle who had brought him who noticed something and rushed forward.
With a thud, Shuoyan fainted, but thankfully he was caught in time. The uncle looked very unwell; he hadn't wanted to bring a child along anyway.
"Damn, was it too much of a stretch?" the uncle asked as he caught the person. "So, did you find any spirits?"
"The victim's last lingering obsession with not letting go should logically be her child, so why was there no reaction?"
A young woman outside was operating a complex machine.
She quickly gave up. "Forget it, you should take the child to the hospital first."
When Shuoyan woke up, he felt calm; he was so calm that he didn't feel any sadness at all.
He calmly claimed his mother's body and then calmly held a rather simple funeral. He calmly accepted the phone number the uncle gave him, telling him to contact him if he had any difficulties.
It was as if his mother had never died; everything was normal and nothing had changed.
On this peaceful night, Shuoyan was eating—click—
The sound of a key turning in the lock filled the air.
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