Calling the True Name
The moment the last word is read, the curse cast by the lower narrative on the upper narrative takes immediate effect.
He Kang put down his crayon and stood up at his desk. He held his head with both hands, moving it up and down, and twisted it to the left with a force that defied the laws of physics.
"Kang Kang!" the illusionist shouted loudly, and she rushed forward to pry open He Kang's hands.
Nothing can stop a curse that has taken effect.
With a light "bang" sound, He Kang's head rolled from his shoulders to his feet. His body fell forward and was sucked into the sun paper on the table, disappearing without a trace.
The illusionist held up He Kang's head, which was still open after his death.
It was He Kang in the next narrative layer who killed He Kang in the real layer. His headless body would fall straight into the flower bed prepared for him by He Kang, and then be trampled by everyone as the entrance for the jump.
The memory master's sharp shouting attracted Zhang Xiaona and He Dayong.
When Zhang Xiaona saw the head in her hand, she let out a shrill scream. He Dayong tremblingly took out his cell phone to call the police.
The illusionist looked at them, and He Dayong immediately picked up the broom and pointed it at her: "Who are you and why did you kill my son?"
"I am--"
The word "He Shan" stopped at the memory master's lips. Her hands were a pair of young women's hands. It was obvious that she was not He Shan.
So who is she? the Memory Master wondered blankly.
With this question in mind, she allowed the detectives from the Super Management Bureau to handcuff her.
Inside the interrogation room of the Super Management Bureau.
"I know you." The memory master's hands were handcuffed on the interrogation chair. She tapped the people in front of her with her fingers, "You are Wang Ruibin, she is Li Ying, and the one standing next to them is Zuo Xufei."
This is an interrogation room specially used to detain suspects with super powers. The interrogation chair fixed to the ground handcuffs the memory master's hands and feet. The interrogation chair is placed in a capsule cabin.
The chamber is made of special glass, which effectively protects against various superpowers. In order to prevent superpowers whose activation condition is sound, the voice of the illusionist is processed by the voice changer in the chamber before it can be transmitted to the outside.
Several policemen looked at each other, and Li Ying sneered: "All the superpowered criminals in Danjiang City know us, what do you want to say?"
"I want to say that it's weird that I shouldn't know you, but I don't know why it's weird."
Zuo Xufei looked at her curiously.
Wang Ruibin said with a smile: "Young people like to tell riddles, but I can't understand them when I am old."
The illusionist looked at Wang Ruibin carefully: "You should know me."
"Oh, do I know you?"
"Don't talk nonsense." Li Ying asked sternly, "Why did you kill He Kang? What is your superpower?"
"That's not important." The illusionist seemed to be talking to himself, "Why did I meet you?"
Li Ying shouted: "Tell me the truth! What is your superpower? Where did you hide He Kang's headless body? Is your superpower related to dismembering and hiding the body?"
"I don't have super powers." The illusionist shrugged.
Zuo Xufei seemed to be chatting in a coffee shop: "I see you have a good memory. Even if ordinary criminals know our names, they can't recognize our faces."
"It seems so." The illusionist said casually, "My memory seems to be very good."
She seemed to suddenly remember something: "But you just changed your job this year, how would ordinary criminals know your name?"
Zuo Xufei laughed out loud: "So you want to say that you are an extraordinary criminal"
Li Ying walked around the capsule and stopped behind her: "You are very experienced."
"What experience?" the memory teacher wondered. She relaxed her body and leaned back in her chair, not even glancing at Li Ying behind her.
"The experience of being interrogated." Li Ying's words were full of meaning. "From the beginning of the interrogation to now, you have always shown a neutral attitude and self-control far beyond that of ordinary people."
"You looked so relaxed, so relaxed that I couldn't tell the truth from your words. And you even tried to lead us as if we knew you."
The Memory Master stretched his neck a few times and said, "I feel weird too. I can't get nervous."
Wang Ruibin wrote something down on his computer. He commented: “This is not experience. Experience is to mislead the interrogator by controlling body language. It is a defensive measure.”
Zuo Xufei briefly summarized: "It's not experience, it's that she doesn't care at all."
The illusionist raised his hand slightly: "Can I ask a question?"
"You can't go to the toilet." Li Ying walked around to the front and stared into the illusionist's eyes.
"I'm not going to the toilet." The illusionist didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "What I want to ask is, is this the real layer?"
The three police officers looked puzzled.
The illusionist raised his head and looked at the ceiling through the special glass.
The ceiling of the interrogation room is low and depressing. This design is intended to further create psychological pressure on the prisoners so that they will cooperate with the interrogation.
The illusionist was trapped in a small capsule under a low ceiling, but she did not feel suffocated or irritated at all. On the contrary, she felt peaceful in her heart.
She remained silent, but Zuo Xufei became very interested in her: "Keep talking about your superpowers."
"It's not a superpower, I just have a better memory."
"Well, it's just that I have a good memory." Zuo Xufei walked closer and bent down to look at her. "Do you know a detective who is famous for his memory?"
"You're so weird." The Memory Master seemed not to hear Zuo Xufei's question.
She stared at Wang Ruibin who was typing on the computer: "He is your captain, why is he taking the statement?"
Zuo Xufei stood up straight, blocking her view of Wang Ruibin, and said: "The detective is called Memory Master."
"She's not called the Memory Master." The Memory Master replied naturally, "Her name is Chen Yingsheng——"
Before Chen Yingsheng finished speaking, the low, oppressive ceiling above her head was blown away, and the world turned upside down. She was like a piece of jellybean stuck in a jar, fixed to the ground by the interrogation chair, unable to fall out of the bottom of the jar.
Unsecured objects in the interrogation room were dislocated from their original positions and fell helplessly downwards under the influence of gravity.
The three policemen lost all expression. They folded their hands in front of their chests and said in unison: "So your name is Chen Yingsheng."
The computer on the table that was used to take notes fell down, and Chen Yingsheng glanced at the document on it:
[In the interrogation room of the Super Management Bureau, the illusionist's hands were handcuffed to the interrogation chair, and she tapped the person in front of her with her fingers...]
Is this also a novel written by He Kang?
Chen Yingsheng fell into deep thought.
Although she was forced to remember her real name, she completed the first rule:
1. You are an ordinary person, living an ordinary life every day, and you are not allowed to [be burned]
It is forbidden to recall your real name.
The three people controlled by He Kang said: "Stay and accompany He Kang."
The Memory Master asked them: "Where is He Kang?"
All three pointed upwards at the same time.
In a spinning, upside-down world, falling down is climbing up.
"Let me out." The illusionist demanded, "I want to see He Kang."
Zuo Xufei, who was controlled by He Kang, was not affected by gravity. He walked over with his hands and feet together to open the capsule compartment.
The next second, Zuo Xufei stopped moving. Gravity held him down, pulling him down like a heavy weight.
Before he completely fell, Zuo Xufei grabbed the handle of the capsule compartment and shouted with a vivid expression: "Open your eyes! Kaleidoscope——"
His lively expression was frozen, and he slowly fell to the ground. He Kang controlled him again, and he mechanically said: "Stay and accompany He Kang."
Chen Yingsheng smiled: "He Kang, this is not your novel, but the baseline reality. You can't completely control them, you can only secretly influence the characters in a place beyond reality."
"Let me out," she repeated. "We'll meet again."
Under He Kang's control, Zuo Xufei opened the capsule compartment, undid the handcuffs and shackles, and watched Chen Yingsheng fall to the ceiling.
The world fell towards the vast sky, and Chen Yingsheng opened his arms to embrace the countercurrent.
The surrounding scenery flew by quickly, and the buildings and trees appeared upside down in a completely new posture, and they were also falling down.
His heart was beating strongly beside his ears. Chen Yingsheng had not felt such a comfortable pleasure in a long, long time. The false pleasure gained by running in the next layer of the narrative could not compare to the feeling of falling.
Happiness transformed into a flying bird and hatched from her chest, she hatched from the eggshell, and they rushed into the world together.
An idea quickly took root in her mind and grew into a thriving tree: She wanted He Kang to hatch from the eggshell and break into this world!
Chen Yingsheng kept falling and falling, and she and her thoughts fell straight into a sea of fire.
Is this the place beyond reality...?
Chen Yingsheng stared blankly at the flames burning in front of her, and she finally understood where the fire on the white-haired girl came from.
He Dayong jumped out of the fire with a kitchen knife in his hand and slashed at Chen Yingsheng.
His eyes were red: "Go to hell! He Kang, why don't you die yet?"
After dodging He Dayong's kitchen knife in a panic, Chen Yingsheng looked up at him.
He Dayong's body solidified into an abnormal shape. He was surrounded by a layer of black edges, and the light and shadow on his body were so complex that it made people dizzy.
Chen Yingsheng's visual system was like an old laptop computer that couldn't run 3A games. He Dayong's movements jumped frame by frame in her eyes, and the black edges around him turned into a jagged mosaic.
The sound of the wind breaking through the air reached Chen Yingsheng's senses before He Dayong's slow movements. She rolled into the sea of fire without hesitation and avoided the fatal blow.
"He Kang!"
There were a bunch of red and yellow blocks near He Dayong's kitchen knife. Chen Yingsheng guessed that it was the special effect of the kitchen knife.
"You've ruined me and your mother!"
The twisting flames were completely absorbed by He Dayong's kitchen knife, and then turned into a mess of color.
"Our hope! Our genius!" He Dayong's eyes were almost bleeding, "My money! My dignity!"
He shouted and rushed towards Chen Yingsheng. Chen Yingsheng ignored the flames around his body and ran away.
Fortunately, she was using her own body, and what she was best at was running away. He Dayong gradually became exhausted and was left far behind by her.
Chen Yingsheng twisted and turned in the sea of fire and hid in a building complex that looked like a palace.
He Dayong was still roaring. Chen Yingsheng hid behind a low wall made of red bricks, breathing heavily and observing his surroundings.
The old man who came to rummage through the garbage peeked out from above and looked at Chen Yingsheng.
It turns out that the low wall was the garbage dumping site of Liwangli.
"Sorry to bother you." Chen Yingsheng didn't know why she apologized. She explained dryly, "He Dayong is chasing me."
"I see." The old man said calmly, "I believe you are a piece of waste cardboard, and I want to pick you up."
Chen Yingsheng's body became flat, and she soon turned into a flat piece of cardboard as the old man wished, and was folded twice by the old man and held in his arms.
The old man hunched over and staggered as he passed by He Dayong.
"He Kang, come out!" He Dayong spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm into the void, "Do you know what it feels like to fall from heaven to hell?"
The cardboard Chen Yingsheng stayed obediently in the old man's arms.
The old woman walked a short distance, but she couldn't walk any more. She put Chen Yingsheng down, panting, and pointed the way forward: "Run."
"Thank you for saving me." Chen Yingsheng bowed, "Where is the exit?"
"There are exits only in reality and non-reality." The old man laughed, "There is no exit in surrealism."
Chen Yingsheng thanked him again and ran quickly towards the direction of He Kang's house in his memory.
There were raging flames all around, and the extremely high temperature caused the air to distort and deform, but the flames could not touch Chen Yingsheng.
Chen Yingsheng passed by the old lady in floral cotton coat pulling out red bricks and rushed into the building.
"Wait!" the old lady called her, "He Dayong has returned home."
"Please help me." Chen Yingsheng requested sincerely.
The old lady grinned, revealing her toothless gums: "I believe you are a brick, and I am going to move you."
Chen Yingsheng was immediately compressed into a square shape, and then became red and small.
The old lady picked her up from the ground, but instead of putting her into her snakeskin bag, she placed her against the bumpy wall in front of her.
He Dayong rushed out of the building, took a few steps back, and stared at the old lady with bloodshot eyes: "Are you helping He Kang?"
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