Chapter 4 They Exist

"Yawn!"

In the cold wind, Chen Ling sneezed violently.

In his previous life, as a northerner, Chen Ling could not stand the weather here, which was cold and humid. Although there was a big sun in the sky, he could not feel the slightest temperature.

"Make way, make way!"

A lazy voice came from the front. Chen Ling came back to his senses and subconsciously stuck to the side of the road.

At the end of the road, a tricycle was slowly approaching here. A boy was riding the tricycle, and another boy was sitting on the chair behind him. There were two large buckets of salt beside him.

He scooped up the salt with a spoon and sprinkled it on the frosty road. As the salt grains fell, the frost on the ground gradually melted.

"Hey, Chen Ling?" The man who sprinkled the salt saw Chen Ling standing on the side of the road and raised his eyebrows.

"I didn't expect to see a college bully here. Didn't you go to take the law enforcer exam? Did you fail?"

When Chen Ling saw that face, a memory came to his mind.

His name is Zhao Yi. He grew up on the same street as Chen Ling since childhood. However, he is naturally jealous. Chen Ling had good grades in high school, and Zhao Yi's mother often compared Chen Ling with him, which made him dislike Chen Ling.

"I've passed the literary test, and there is still the martial arts test." Chen Ling stood on the side of the road and replied casually.

"Hehe, then I wish you good luck in the exam!"

While saying this, Zhao Yi scooped up a large spoonful of salt and waved it hard on the road next to him, just in time to affect Chen Ling who was standing on the side of the road.

The flying salt grains covered Chen Ling's hair and cotton robe. He never thought that Zhao Yi would do this. He quickly picked up the salt grains with his hands, then turned back and glared at Zhao Yi.

At this time, Zhao Yi was already sitting on a tricycle, swaying away... He put one foot on the salt bucket, stuck out his tongue and made a face at Chen Ling.

As a 28-year-old adult who had experienced the beatings of society, Chen Ling felt a little angry and a little amused when faced with such a clumsy prank...

However, Chen Ling did not intend to chase after the boy and beat him up. He just kept it in mind. At this moment, he had more important things to do.

Chen Ling was about to take a step forward, and he glanced at the ground under his feet and was slightly stunned.

The frost that came into contact with the salt particles gradually melted, and a little white remained on the ground. At that moment, Chen Ling saw a line of text interweaving and forming-

[Audience expectation value: 27%]

Before Chen Ling could react, the salt particles completely melted, and the scene just now seemed to be just a flash of illusion.

Chen Ling rubbed his eyes hard and muttered to himself:

"No way..."

The sense of urgency rose again, and Chen Ling could not help but speed up his pace and rushed straight to the clinic.

A few minutes later, Chen Ling pushed open the door of the clinic.

It's called a clinic, but it's actually a private house on Hanshuang Street, two stories high, square and gray in appearance, which reminds Chen Ling of the house in his rural hometown.

But even such a rough house is already a relatively good one on Hanshuang Street, at least it has two floors and can block the wind.

"It's you." Behind the wooden table, a man in a white coat slightly turned sideways, "Are you here to get medicine for your brother again? Didn't he transfer to the hospital in District 2?"

"This time it's not A Yan, it's me."

Chen Ling's brother was hospitalized here before, and he was also very familiar with this doctor Lin. He walked to the table and sat down, looking a little nervous.

"Oh? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"I... my head is not feeling well."

"Is it a physical headache, or..."

"I seem to have hallucinations recently."

"Psychiatry?" Dr. Lin raised his eyebrows and pushed the black-framed glasses on his nose seriously, "I'm good at this... Tell me about your condition."

"I had a dream last night. I dreamed that I was standing on a stage with many audiences below... I couldn't see their faces clearly, but they didn't look like humans. I ran desperately on the stage, but I couldn't find the exit..."

"Dream interpretation is not within my business scope."

"I know." Chen Ling took a deep breath, "But after I woke up, I always felt... they were still looking at me."

Hearing this, Dr. Lin finally got interested "Imagine that I'm being spied on?"

"It's not like a fantasy... They seem to be in my mind, sitting in the audience, observing my every move, and I'm like an actor forced to perform, just a tool to please them."

"You mean, your life is the stage, and you are the only protagonist on the stage?"

"That's right... but it's not as positive as you said."

"What about the audience? Can they do anything else besides spying on you?"

Chen Ling was silent for a moment, "I don't know if it's my illusion... They seem to be able to affect the things around me."

"Can they affect reality? That sounds a bit fantasy." Doctor Lin said as he picked up the teacup and took a sip. Just as he was about to say something, his face suddenly changed!

Puff! !

Doctor Lin spit out a mouthful of scarlet blood and spilled it on the ground.

"Doctor Lin?" Chen Ling was startled, "What's wrong with you?"

"...No." Doctor Lin wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. The blood was not his. He frowned and thought for a moment, and his eyes fell on the teacup on the corner of the table...

At some point, the teacup was already full of sticky blood.

Doctor Lin's face looked a little ugly. He clearly remembered that he had brewed a pack of Pu'er tea in it a minute ago.

During this period, there were only him and Chen Ling in the clinic. Chen Ling was always under his watch. It was impossible and there was no motive for her to switch the tea. The full jar of blood appeared in it strangely like a magic trick...

Chen Ling seemed to have thought of something, and his face became paler.

"Just as I said." He spoke hoarsely,

"They...may really exist."

Dr. Lin stared at the cup of blood for a long time before slowly looking at him,

"How long has this situation lasted?"

"One day." Chen Ling paused for a moment, "Only one day since I became conscious."

"What about before I became conscious? What were you doing?"

"I..."

Chen Ling suddenly remembered the scene of him staggering in the rain last night, "I don't know, I can't remember clearly."

"So, you are not sure that this symptom started last night, and you have no memory before last night?"

"...Yes."

"Have you been possessed by the 'disaster'?" Dr. Lin pushed his glasses,

"Or let me ask it another way, last night...did you encounter the intersection of the gray world?"