Infinity Throne

The style of painting changes.

The world collapses.

Yi Lin's mental attributes are now close to the first level of mental lock, and her brain is spinning very fast.

But the moment Zhao Yulong said those words seemingly as a joke, Yi Lin felt as if there was a loud bang in her head, and it was like a string snapping into several pieces.

"You, what did you just say?"

Yi Rin tried to maintain a semblance of calm.

But if Zhao Yulong had been more careful, he would have discovered that Yi Lin's knuckles were clenched white and there was a hint of trembling in her tone.

Zhao Yulong didn't notice the change in Yi Lin's tone at all. He flipped up his hair coquettishly and patted Yi Lin's shoulder: "You are not so naive as to think that I will not thoroughly investigate your background before you join the special group. Once again? HiaHiaHia——"

There was a moment of silence.

Yi Lin closed her eyes.

My parents...who are they?

In an instant.

The two names that were once so familiar to her were originally in her mind, but Yi Lin could not say them out no matter what.

Name, height, appearance, age...everything about the "parents" seemed to have been wiped out of memory by some force.

Yi Lin couldn't understand the current situation.

He only felt that his limbs were cold and his back was cold, as if the temperature around him suddenly changed from early autumn to winter, which made Yi Lin feel uncomfortable and had the illusion that his mind was frozen.

who I am?

Who are my parents?

What world is this?

Have I traveled through time again?

Why are the parents gone?

Or do I never have parents from the beginning?

But what about memory and habitual cognition?

Or do you mean that certain "facts" have changed from the moment you were reborn?

In just one minute.

Yi Lin's frozen thoughts began to work again, and many messy thoughts emerged, each of which was difficult to answer.

Zhao Yulong looked confused.

Why is it that while we are having a good conversation, this guy's mood changes at every turn?

He didn't say anything?

Isn't it just working for free?

There are so many people working for free in the special group, it’s as vast as the sea!

Zhao Yulong thought of his experience in Huating City again. Could it be that the boy was under too much pressure during this period, had endocrine disorders, and had emotional problems?

"Hmm... Do you want to ask a 'doctor' to take a look at you? He is in the team..."

Before Zhao Yulong finished speaking, Yi Lin suddenly turned around and left, never looking at Zhao Yulong again.

Zhao Yulong was left alone in the place, wearing a neat suit, messy in the wind, feeling inexplicable.

In the corridor.

Yi Lin took two steps, and it was like the coagulated blood began to slowly flow again, but there was still an illusion of numbness in her limbs.

what to do?

There were countless questions in Yi Lin's mind.

Faced with this situation, he had no plan.

He never even thought that this world view would collapse so suddenly and everything would happen so completely.

"Molly!"

He suddenly thought of Molly.

Recalling that it was Molly who told Yi Lin about the theory of time travel, finding Molly might be able to get the answer.

five minutes later.

When Yi Lin found Molly immersed in work in the studio, her agitated mood had calmed down a lot.

He is not an ordinary person after all.

In this weird situation, calmness is even more important.

"Don't you see I'm busy?"

Although Molly had a complaint on her face, she still stopped what she was doing for some reason.

Yilin was silent for a moment. On the way, he decided not to tell Molly about the error in his memory for the time being. He would first try to understand Molly's "memory" from the side.

"Well... I just want to ask, have you checked my information before?"

Molly looked slightly embarrassed: "How is that possible! Do you think I, Molly, would do this..."

Yi Lin interrupted Molly: "I'm serious, I'm not kidding."

Molly was stunned for a moment, but quickly lowered her head and said in a weak voice: "Check... I have indeed checked."

"show me."

"Are you stupid? I left evidence when I had nothing to do? Oh, I mean, why am I recording such meaningless content when I have nothing to do? Do you think I'm stupid too?"

Yi Lin thought about it again, and it seemed to be right. With Mo Mengmeng's character, at most she would just check it secretly, without leaving any evidence.

"Do you remember... my life experience, such as my parents and so on."

Molly's expression was slightly startled. She always felt that Yi Lin was a little weird today, but she couldn't tell what was weird.

But seeing Yi Lin's serious expression, she didn't complain, and said simply: "There is actually nothing to find out about your life experience, it's all clear."

"Please tell me."

"Yi Lin, male, born on March 28, 2103, parents unknown. The file records it this way, but it should actually be earlier. After all, this is the date the welfare institution registered your ID..."

"Welfare home?" Yi Lin's pupils narrowed.

"Yes, isn't it the orphanage where you and Sister Yiyi came out together? Don't you know where you come from?"

"When did you check it?"

"It was the first time I was playing with my phone at your house that day. It wasn't difficult. I found it in a few minutes."

Yi Lin was silent for a moment.

“What does one plus one equal?”

"……,roll."

Molly should be Molly.

Yi Lin opened the apostle panel again and confirmed it again.

He even checked the props in the storage space repeatedly.

Yes, he did return from the other world.

There is no possibility of falling into inexplicable trials again.

In other words...this is reality!

Suddenly distorted reality!

Could it be that from the beginning, reality was no longer the reality he knew, but his memory was just wrong?

"No!" Yi Lin's eyes narrowed and she quickly denied the idea: "There must be some mistakes, my money, yes, my money..."

Just when Molly felt that Yi Lin seemed to be convulsing for no apparent reason, Yi Lin asked again.

"Let me ask you, where did the funds in my account come from?"

Molly gave Yi Lin a strange look: "You must have lost your memory, right? When you were in the orphanage, you accepted donations from a foundation, and a sum of money would be transferred to your account regularly every period of time. Tsk, I don’t know how lucky you are to have such a good thing happen to you.”

foundation?

"Foundation? What foundation?"

"Uh... this information doesn't make it clear."

"Can it be found?"

"Wait, let's see..." Molly quickly typed a few times in front of the computer, then shook her head: "It's difficult. You also know the particularity of the international network now. The foundation's headquarters is abroad. If you want to check... …It’s a bit troublesome and we can’t check it secretly.”

Yi Lin also knew very well what Molly meant by "secretly".

"I'm going out for a while." Yi Lin said expressionlessly.

Molly: "???"

Soon after, Yilin returned to Qingcheng alone.

After his rebirth, he spent most of his time in Qingcheng. He only hoped to return to this small city and find some clues.

Along the way.

Yi Lin desperately searched for traces of the existence of her "parents" in her mind.

But unfortunately, since returning to this timeline, in the past three years in Yilin's memory, his parents have never appeared in front of anyone. Yilin can't even recall his parents' names or even their appearance, as if " Existences such as "parents" have never appeared in his world from the beginning.

"Why?"

"Is there something wrong 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 another timeline, nor can it change the 'facts' that have already happened."

"All the 'facts' that happened will eventually become history, and history cannot be changed. According to Mengmeng's theory, this should be the case, but why do I always think that my parents are always alive?"

"If you think about it carefully, in the past three years since my rebirth, I have never contacted them proactively, or even gone to contact them."

"But I clearly have some incomplete memory fragments."

"Is it me who made the mistake? Or...the world?"

"Or is it that the time travel theory mentioned by Mengmeng is simply a mistake?"

"Everything... is wrong?"

Yi Lin raised her head and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar sky, as if her whole body had lost all strength.

"So... what exactly is time and space?"

Since her rebirth, Yi Lin has never had such a desperate and confused mentality.

Even when faced with life and death in the trial in the other world, Yi Lin had never been so desperate.

who I am?

Who are my parents?

Where am I?

Where am I going?

Where do I come from?

When the philosophical questions that were originally just used to complain about nothing on the Internet really appeared in Yi Lin's mind, Yi Lin didn't feel ridiculous at all. He really wanted to know the answer.

In this way, Yilin came to Qingcheng High School in a daze.

On the playground, students are practicing neatly, boxing, and exercising.

In various cultural classes, readings, discussions, and experiments are all a thriving and beautiful scene.

"Eh? Classmate Yilin, why are you back at your alma mater? Isn't it time for the holidays?"

At this time, a familiar yet unfamiliar voice sounded behind Yi Lin.

He was his former class teacher.

Yi Lin turned her head in confusion: "Who are my parents?"

The class teacher laughed dumbly: "Classmate Yi Lin, are you kidding me?"

Yi Lin remained silent and left the place.

He came to the classroom's office.

Wang Fenbi, a history teacher who has been single for ten thousand years, happened to have no classes. When he saw Yi Lin, he expressed joy: "Classmate Yi Lin."

"Who are my parents?"

Wang Fenbi looked confused: "How do I know?"

Teacher in the corridor.

"Who are my parents?"

"Where do your parents come from?"

Students who repeated a grade.

"Who are my parents?"

"Yirin, why are you making such a joke? Are you too stressed in college? I remember your ambition is to major in tower studies, right?"

Everyone.

"Who are my parents?"

"..."

"who I am?"

The familiar scene, and for some reason, those friendly smiling faces actually gave Yilin a sense of unfamiliar fear.

After one hour.

Qingcheng Police Station.

Among the busy police officers, Yi Lin found Xu Zhiyong.

After not seeing him for a while, Xu Zhiyong seemed a bit older, with deep-set dark circles hanging on his face, as if he had been completely hollowed out, and very haggard.

Xu Zhiyong was a little surprised when he saw Yi Lin coming to see him. He suddenly remembered Yi Lin's mystery and quickly lowered his voice: "Let me take a step to speak."

Yi Lin pursed her lips. At this time, he was in no mood to put on the disguise of a "good student", and it seemed unnecessary in front of Xu Zhiyong.

"No, I just want to ask one thing, were the files on the 'Jackie Henry' case handed over?"

“Henry Zhang?”

When Xu Zhiyong heard this name that almost became an old man's name, he immediately trembled and became more energetic.

He looked around and saw that no one was paying attention, so he whispered: "Brother, why are you trying to settle old scores like this?"

"You should have investigated my background at that time."

"That's necessary! This is professionalism."

Yi Lin stared into Xu Zhiyong's eyes and asked word for word: "Who are my parents in your memory?"

The words just fell.

Xu Zhiyong's expression was only slightly dazed for a moment, but he soon smiled and said, "Why are you making such a joke now?"