The scene suddenly changed.
The world collapsed.
Irin's mental attribute was now close to the first layer of the Mind Lock, and his brain was working very fast.
But the moment Zhao Yulong said that sentence in a seemingly joking manner, Irin felt as if there was a loud bang in his head, and it was like a string snapped into several pieces.
"What, what did you just say?"
Irin tried hard to maintain a calm appearance.
But if Zhao Yulong was more attentive, he would have noticed that Irin's knuckles were white, and there was a hint of tremor in his voice.
Zhao Yulong did not notice the change in Irin's tone at all. He flirted with his hair and patted Irin's shoulder. "You're not so naive as to think that I didn't thoroughly investigate your background before you joined the Special Case Group, right? HiaHiaHia- "
There was a moment of silence.
Irin closed his eyes.
'My parents … who are they?'
In an instant.
Irin could not say the two names that were once very familiar in his mind.
Names, height, appearance, age … everything about his "parents" seemed to have been forcibly erased by some force.
Irin could not understand the current situation.
He only felt that his limbs were cold, and his back was cold. It was as if the temperature around him had suddenly changed from early autumn to winter. Irin felt uncomfortable and had the illusion that his mind was frozen.
'Who am I?'
'Who are my parents?'
'What world is this?'
'Have I transmigrated again?'
'Why are my parents gone?'
'Or did I not have parents from the beginning?'
'But what's with the memory and habitual cognition?'
'Or was it that from the moment of his rebirth, some "facts" had already changed?'
In just a short minute.
Irin's frozen mind began to operate again, and many messy thoughts emerged, and it was difficult to come to an answer for any of them.
Zhao Yulong was dumbfounded.
'Why did this kid's mood change when we were chatting?'
'I didn't say anything?'
'Isn't it just working for free?'
The number of freeloaders in the Special Case Group was as vast as the ocean!
Zhao Yulong thought of his experience in Huating City again. Could it be that the boy was under too much pressure during this period, so his endocrine imbalance caused emotional problems?
"Hmm … Do you want a 'doctor' to take a look at you? He's the team's … "
Before Zhao Yulong could finish his words, Irin suddenly turned around and left. She did not look at Zhao Yulong again.
Zhao Yulong was the only one left on the spot. He was dressed in a neat suit. His clothes were messy in the wind, and he felt baffled.
In the corridor.
Irin took two steps forward. It was as if his blood had solidified. Only then did it slowly flow again. However, he still had the illusion that his hands and feet were numb.
What to do?
Irin's mind was filled with questions.
Faced with such a situation, he had no plan.
He had never thought that his worldview would collapse so suddenly and so completely.
"Molly!"
He suddenly thought of Molly.
He remembered that it was also Molly who told Irin the theory of time travel. If he could find Molly, he might be able to get the answer.
Five minutes later.
When Irin found Molly, who was immersed in her work in the studio, his agitated mood had calmed down a lot.
After all, he was not an ordinary person.
In such a strange situation, he needed to be calm.
"Can't you see that I'm busy?"
Although Mo Li had a look of displeasure on her face, she still stopped what she was doing for some reason.
Irin was silent for a moment. On the way, he had decided not to tell Molly that his memory was wrong for the time being. He wanted to know Molly's "memory" first.
"Hmm … I'm just asking, have you checked my information before?"
Molly looked a little embarrassed. "How could it be! Do you think I, Molly, will do this … "
Irin interrupted Molly. "I'm serious, I'm not joking."
Molly was stunned, but she quickly lowered her head and said in a weak voice, "I … I did check."
"Let me see."
"Are you stupid? Why would I leave evidence? What I mean is, why would I record such meaningless information? Do you think I'm stupid too? "
Irin thought about it and realized that she was right. With Mo Mengmeng's personality, she would at most secretly check and would not leave any evidence.
"Do you remember … my background, such as my parents?"
Molly was slightly stunned. She felt that Irin was a little strange today, but she could not tell what was strange.
But seeing Irin's serious expression, she did not complain and simply said, "There's nothing to check about your background. It's clean."
"Please go ahead."
"Irin, male, born on the 28th of March, 2103, parents unknown. That's what the file says, but it should be earlier. After all, that's the date the welfare institute registered your ID … "
"Welfare institute?" Irin's pupils shrank.
"Yes, isn't that the welfare institute that you and Sister Yiyi came from? Don't you know where you came from?"
"When did you check?"
"That day when I was playing with my phone at your house for the first time. It wasn't difficult, I found it in a few minutes."
Irin was silent for a moment.
"What's one plus one?"
"… Get lost."
Molly should be Molly.
Irin opened the apostle panel and confirmed it again.
He even confirmed the items in the inventory repeatedly.
That's right, he had indeed returned from the Inner World.
There was no possibility of him falling into a strange trial again.
In other words … this was reality!
A reality that was suddenly distorted!
Could it be that from the beginning, reality was no longer the reality that he knew, and it was just a mistake in his memory?
"No!" Irin's eyes narrowed and he quickly denied this thought. "There must be some mistake. My money, right, my money …"
Just as Molly sensed that Irin seemed to be having a fit, Irin asked again.
"Let me ask you, where did the funds in my account come from?"
Mo Li looked at Yi Lin strangely. "Don't tell me you've lost your memory? When you were in the welfare institute, you received a donation from a foundation. Every once in a while, a sum of money would be transferred to your account. Tsk, I don't know what kind of luck you have to be able to encounter such a good thing. "
Foundation?
"Foundation? What foundation? "
"Err … the information didn't state it clearly."
"Can you find it?"
"Wait, let me see …" Molly quickly tapped on the computer a few times before shaking her head. "It's very difficult. You know how special the international network is now. This foundation's headquarters is overseas. If you want to check … it's a bit troublesome. You can't do it secretly."
Irin also knew very well what Molly meant by "secretly".
"I'll go out for a while." Irin was expressionless.
Molly: "???"
Not long after, Irin returned to Qingcheng alone.
After his rebirth, he had spent most of his time in Qingcheng. He only hoped to return to this small city and find some clues.
Along the way.
Irin desperately searched for traces of his "parents" in his mind.
But unfortunately, ever since he returned to this timeline, in these three years, Irin's memory, his parents had never appeared in front of anyone. Irin couldn't even remember his parents' names or even their faces. It was as if the existence of his "parents" had never appeared in his world in the first place.
"Why?"
"Is there a problem 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 the other timeline, nor can it change the 'facts' that have already happened."
"All the 'facts' that have happened will become history. History cannot be changed. According to Mengmeng's theory, this should be the case. But why do I always think that my parents are still alive?"
"Now that I think about it, in these three years after my rebirth, I have never taken the initiative to contact them. I haven't even tried to contact them."
"But I clearly have a fragment of my memory."
"Am I the one who made a mistake? Or is it … this world? "
"Or is it that the space-time travel theory that Mengmeng talked about is simply a mistake?"
"Everything … is wrong?"
Irin raised his head and looked at the familiar yet strange sky. It was as if his whole body had lost its strength.
"Then … space-time, what is it?"
Ever since his rebirth, Irin had never felt so hopeless and lost.
Even when he was facing death in the Inner World, Irin had never felt so hopeless.
Who am I?
Who are my parents?
Where am I?
Where am I going?
Where did I come from?
When the philosophical questions that were originally used to moan about nothing on the Internet really appeared in Irin's mind, Irin did not feel that it was ridiculous at all. He really wanted to know the answer.
Just like that, Irin arrived at Qingcheng High School in a daze.
On the field, the students were neatly practicing, punching, and exercising their bodies.
In the various cultural classes, there were reading aloud, discussing, and experimenting. It was a thriving and beautiful scene.
"Eh? Irin, why did you go back to your alma mater? It's not the holidays yet, right? "
At this moment, a familiar yet strange voice sounded behind Irin.
It was his former class teacher.
Irin turned his head slightly blankly. "Who are my parents?"
The class teacher laughed involuntarily. "Irin, are you kidding?"
Irin did not say anything and left.
He went to the classroom's office.
Wang Fenbi, the history teacher who had been single for ten thousand years, happened to have no classes. When he saw Irin, he was delighted. "Irin."
"Who are my parents?"
Wang Fenbi was dumbfounded. "How would I know?"
The teacher in the corridor.
"Who are my parents?"
"Where did your parents come from?"
A student who repeated a grade.
"Who are my parents?"
"Irin, how can you joke like this? Is the university too stressful? I remember that your ambition is to major in Tower Studies, right? "
Everyone.
"Who are my parents?"
"…"
"Who … are my parents?"
This familiar scene, and for some reason, those amiable smiling faces actually caused Yi Lin to feel an unfamiliar fear.
An hour later.
Qingcheng Police Station.
Among the busy police officers, Irin found Xu Zhiyong.
They had not seen each other for a while. Xu Zhiyong seemed to have aged a little. Deep dark circles hung on his face, as if he had been completely hollowed out. He looked very haggard.
When he saw Irin coming to find him, Xu Zhiyong was a little surprised. He suddenly remembered Irin's mysteriousness and quickly lowered his voice. "Let's talk in private."
Irin pursed his lips. At this time, he was not in the mood to pretend to be a "good student". Moreover, in front of Xu Zhiyong, there seemed to be no need for that.
"No need. I just want to ask one thing. Has the file of the 'Xiao Yang' case been handed over?"
"Xiao Yang?"
When Xu Zhiyong heard this name, which had almost become an ancient history, he immediately trembled and became more energetic.
He looked around. When he saw that no one was paying attention to them, he said in a low voice, "Brother, why are you bringing up this old matter at this time?"
"You should have investigated my background at that time."
"Of course! This is professionalism. "
Irin stared at Xu Zhiyong's eyes and asked word by word, "In your memory, who are my parents?"
As soon as he finished speaking.
Xu Zhiyong's expression was only a little absent-minded, but he quickly smiled and said, "Why are you making this kind of joke at this time?"
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