Chapter 24 Poker

Wait, why did I use "also"?

Chen Yan is Chen Yan, not something else in his skin, Chen Ling can be sure of this.

Since the same Gray World descended, since the "audience" can merge with himself... then why can't the other disaster that descended merge with humans?

But all this is Chen Ling's guess... maybe only by asking him in person can we know the truth.

Just when Chen Ling was hesitating whether to knock on the door, the door was opened from the inside.

"Brother." Chen Yan rubbed his eyes, "What are you doing?"

"... I have something to ask you."

Chen Yan was about to say something, glanced at Chu Muyun's room opposite, pulled Chen Ling into the room, and closed the door.

"A Yan, I'll ask directly." Chen Ling looked into his eyes seriously, "The one who bloodbathed Bingquan Street... was it you?"

Chen Yan's body shook, and when he saw the amulet fragment in Chen Ling's hand, he lowered his head silently.

"...... Yeah."

Seeing Chen Yan admit it so straightforwardly, Chen Ling, who was about to continue to persuade him, was stunned for a moment.

"Is it really you?" Chen Ling asked again, "So, you also merged with the disaster?"

"...... I don't know, when I woke up, I was already standing there."

"You also lost a memory?"

"Yeah."

Chen Ling frowned slightly.

He believed that Chen Yan would not lie to him, and even he himself was in this situation... Inexplicably traveling through time, inexplicably having an "audience" in his mind, and when he woke up, he was already back home.

"But isn't the intersection of the gray world in the back mountain? You should have been in surgery at the time... Why were you also affected?"

"I don't know." Chen Yan shook his head again, "I just remember that the doctor gave me anesthesia, and when I woke up, I was in Bingquan Street... I was very scared, so I hid in the back mountain, and when I came out, I saw my brother crawling out of the monster's body..."

Hearing this, Chen Ling connected the cause and effect.

However, why Chen Yan was affected by the intersection of the gray world is still a question... Could it be that the disaster broke into the second area and happened to meet Chen Yan on the operating table? And then merged?

Chen Ling didn't quite understand the process of "fusion" and couldn't think of anything.

"I understand."

Chen Ling nodded, "You stay at home these days and don't go anywhere, understand? I'll take care of other things."

Chen Yan hesitated.

"What's wrong?"

"I... I wanted to go see my parents..."

Chen Ling was stunned, and after a long silence, he spoke softly, "Wait for brother to clear your suspicion first, and then take you to see them after everything is calm, okay?"

"Okay." Chen Yan nodded obediently.

"Stay away from Chu Muyun these days, don't let him touch you, and talk less to him."

"Okay."

"If Han Meng comes to you again and asks you some questions, you answer like this..."

"Okay."

After Chen Ling gave his instructions, he turned and left.

Chen Yan gently locked the door and went back to lie down on the hard plank bed...

He turned his head to look out the window, and in his chestnut eyes, there was a reflection of the blue aurora.

Suddenly, at the end of the aurora sky, a red light lit up slightly, like a cinnabar star.

"Here it comes again." Chen Yan murmured to himself.

As the cinnabar-like star became brighter and brighter, a dreamlike road extended from nothingness to the head of Chen Yan's bed... The road floated and swayed between the star and him, like a soft ribbon.

Chen Yan lay on the bed, calmly watching this road to the gods, which was an olive branch thrown to him by a god.

After a moment, he slowly raised his hand and grabbed the erratic ribbon...

Then,

crush it hard!

Bang——

A faint sound lingered in Chen Yan's ears.

The road to the gods was crushed by his single hand, turning into dust all over the sky and disappearing into nothingness. At the same time, the cinnabar-like star in the sky also dimmed rapidly.

He refused the favor of the gods.

Chen Yan spread out his palm, and a thumb-sized fragment of the road to the gods was lying quietly in his palm, like cinnabar glass.

He casually opened the drawer at the head of the bed, threw the cinnabar glass into it, and then closed it and locked it.

In the dark drawer,

More than 30 identical cinnabar glass flickered slightly.

…

Early morning.

Chen Ling got up early and washed up.

Today, no "kind-hearted person" reimbursed him for the fare, so he could only walk to Bingquan Street. It would take more than four hours to go back and forth, so he had to get up earlier and return later than other reserve law enforcers.

To his surprise, Chu Muyun seemed to have gotten up earlier than him.

As soon as Chen Ling walked into the living room, he saw Chu Muyun wearing a casual shirt and a knitted vest, sitting at the table, holding an ancient medical book in his hand, as if he was studying something seriously, and pushing his glasses from time to time.

It was as if he was not sitting in a shabby living room with a drafty air, but in an elegant coffee shop in Aurora City.

Seeing Chen Ling get up, he smiled and put down his book.

"Good morning."

"Morning."

Chen Ling responded casually, and then hurried out to have breakfast at Zhao's breakfast shop across the street.

Since he "tipped off" Uncle Zhao last time, he felt a little guilty, so he would go to their house every morning to patronize, which was considered to bring more business to Uncle Zhao... As for Zhao Yi, he was confined by Uncle Zhao for a week and has not left the house yet.

After Chen Ling left, Chu Muyun slowly put down his book.

He stood up and walked straight to Chen Ling's room, his feet stepped on the old floor, but there was no sound... like a ghost.

Chu Muyun walked to Chen Ling's bed, his eyes behind the lenses narrowed slightly,

He put on white gloves, took out a pair of tweezers from his arms, collected a few hairs scattered on the pillow and tiny pieces of skin, and put them into an empty brown bottle.

After doing all this, he quietly left the room, waved his hand lightly, and a breeze blew across the floor, completely erasing the footprints he left behind.

He did not return to his room, but walked straight out of the house, crossed several streets in succession, and came to the door of a shabby store.

Dingling——

As he pushed open the door of the store, a crisp bell rang.

"What do you want to buy?" A woman sitting at the counter yawned lazily and asked casually.

"Buy a glimmer of hope."

Hearing this answer, the woman's eyes froze instantly.

The original laziness and casualness completely disappeared, replaced by a pair of cold and sharp eyes. She stared at Chu Muyun in front of her and slowly said:

"Show your identity."

Chu Muyun raised his fingertips lightly, and a white poker appeared in his palm like a magic trick, and he turned it upside down on the table.

The woman turned over the card——

[7 of Spades]

"Password." She spoke again.

Chu Muyun said calmly,

"Human civilization..."

"will never die."