Chapter 5 Gray World

"Gray world intersection?"

Chen Ling did have this word in her memory, and the original owner should have seen it somewhere.

"Don't tell me you even forgot the gray world." Dr. Lin stood up, poured the blood in the teacup into the drain, and slowly spoke,

"Before the catastrophe, someone had proposed a hypothesis that in this universe, there are countless parallel time and space. These time and space are formed by the birth of the earliest universe, like the light released after the candle is lit, spreading in all directions, but because the light is infinite, they extend infinitely to all possibilities and never intersect."

"But after the red meteor passed, everything was messed up."

"Each time and space was stirred up, and an unknown and weird gray world began to overlap with the real world."

After washing the teacup, Dr. Lin did not pour out the water in it, but put it on the table. Because some force was used in the process, the water surface in the cup was undulating.

Dr. Lin tore off a piece of paper and pasted it above the waves. The surging water began to soak the paper, and the unevenly distributed small water stains gradually penetrated the entire paper surface.

"At first, only a small part of the world intersected, but as time went by, more and more areas intersected, and the materials and creatures of that world began to appear in our world. Even now, most of the habitats that originally belonged to humans have been occupied by that world, leaving only nine "domains" to protect humans and continue the fire."

"Because the sky of that world is gray, we call it the "Gray Realm."

"When the Gray Realm intersects with reality, a series of strange events beyond cognition will occur, and even monsters belonging to the Gray Realm will descend, which is what we call "disaster."

"Generally speaking, among the survivors who encounter the intersection of the Gray Realm or are attacked by disasters, 80% of them will become mentally ill, and most of them will never recover..."

"I suspect that your current situation is related to the "Gray Realm."

"Think about it carefully, have you ever encountered the intersection of the Gray Realm and been involved in it?"

Faced with Dr. Lin's questioning, Chen Ling tried hard to search the original owner's memory, but in the end he got nothing... No matter how he recalled, he couldn't remember other memories of last night.

"I don't know." He said bitterly.

Doctor Lin thought for a moment, took out a piece of letter paper from the drawer, and quickly wrote.

"Your condition is no longer as simple as mental illness... I am just an ordinary person, I can't cure you.

However, I know someone who may be able to help in treating the sequelae of the gray world pollution.

After all, he is a real [doctor]."

Hearing this, Chen Ling's eyes lit up, "Where should I find him?"

"He lives in Aurora City, but he likes to travel around for free clinics. He goes wherever he hears that there are difficult and complicated diseases. This is their way to become a god...

In short, you give this letter to the law enforcer at the gate of Aurora City, leave your name and address, and they will forward it for you.

In three days at most, the [doctor] will take the initiative to come to you."

"Thank you!"

Chen Ling took the envelope and thanked sincerely.

In fact, when he saw the salt grains melting on the road, Chen Ling already felt something was wrong. What happened to him seemed to be unable to be explained by illness. He came to this small clinic because he was already halfway through the journey and because he really didn't know where else he could be helped except here.

According to Dr. Lin, this [doctor] seemed to be special and mentioned the path to becoming a god...

Could it be that this world also has a unique human cultivation system? Otherwise, according to Dr. Lin, all mankind should have died out when the so-called catastrophe and the gray world intersected.

Chen Ling even felt that the distorted scientific level of this world might also be related to the catastrophe.

"You're welcome. Say hello to your brother for me." Dr. Lin smiled slightly.

"He is still hospitalized in District 2... I will bring him to you next time I visit him."

Chen Ling stood up and said goodbye to Dr. Lin, pushed the door and left.

As the figure gradually disappeared under the sky with flowing aurora, Dr. Lin's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Actors..."

...

"The first time I saw the screen in my dream, the audience's expectations were 29%."

"When I tried to escape, it jumped to 30%."

"On the way here, it went back to 27%..."

"Just now, Dr. Lin was tricked by a prank, and it rose to 29% again."

"Assuming that the 'audience' is really in my mind, and these numbers are not illusions, what exactly affects the rise and fall of expectations?"

The cold wind was bleak, and Chen Ling wrapped in a thick cotton robe, thinking seriously while walking towards home.

Stage, audience, expectations... Every time the expectations increase, it seems that an event occurs. Can these events be regarded as "plots" on the stage?

The more interesting the events happening around you, the more attractive the "plot" is to the audience, thereby increasing the expectations?

The screen said that when the audience's expectation value is less than 20%, the actor's personal safety will not be guaranteed...

Chen Ling didn't know what the specific danger was, but judging from the fact that the "audience" could interfere with reality to a certain extent, he might become a tool for them to vent their anger and be spoofed to death!

Chen Ling felt that his idea was correct, but to prove whether it was correct, he needed to take practical action.

"Maybe, I should try to actively design the 'plot'."

Chen Ling muttered to himself.

"Ah Ling, have you had breakfast?"

Chen Ling turned his head and saw an uncle with a towel wrapped around his head fanning the stove in a breakfast shop on the street, shouting to him enthusiastically.

The moment he saw him, an idea suddenly flashed through Chen Ling's mind.

"No, Uncle Zhao." Chen Ling's mouth corners slightly raised, and he walked towards the shop.

"Come, come, I'll get you some soy milk and fried dough sticks. It rained heavily last night and the air was very humid. You can't warm yourself up without breakfast." Uncle Zhao came over with a bowl of steaming soy milk.

"Thank you, Uncle Zhao."

Chen Ling searched his pockets and took out three copper coins and handed them to Uncle Zhao, but the latter pushed them back.

"Uncle treats you to breakfast, and I can still ask you to pay?"

"Don't, Uncle Zhao. Although we have been neighbors for more than ten years, we still have to pay."

"Kid, uncle doesn't want your money. When you are free, help our Xiao Yi with his homework. Uncle will bring you breakfast every day." Uncle Zhao grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

"Hasn't he graduated? Does he need to take extra classes?"

"With his grades, he can't get a job. I plan to let him repeat the year. I can't do odd jobs every day, right?"

"Oh..."

"A Ling is still the best. She is smart and filial. If Xiao Yi can pass the law enforcement exam like you, I will wake up with laughter in my dreams."

Uncle Zhao sighed, "It's a pity that this kid is not up to standard."

Chen Ling paused with his chopsticks, hesitated for a moment, and then said:

"Uncle Zhao... do you know why Zhao Yi is so bad at studying?"

"Ah? Why?"

Chen Ling was about to He said something, but fell silent for a long time, and shook his head, "Forget it, Uncle Zhao, just pretend I didn't mention it... I promised him to keep it a secret."

"Don't!"

Uncle Zhao's heartbeat quickened, and he added a boiled egg to Chen Ling's meal, scratching his head anxiously,

"Ah Ling, I know you are Xiao Yi's good friend, but there are some things... I, as a father, should also know something, right? I raised Xiao Yi alone, getting up early and working late every day to earn money to support his schooling, just to make his life better in the future...

If you know something, you must tell me! We are all for his good... "

Seeing Uncle Zhao's urgent question, Chen Ling was slightly moved. He hesitated for a moment, as if he had made up his mind.

"Uncle Zhao, you are right. As a friend, I really can't bear to see Zhao Yi fall into such depravity..."

"Fall, fall? What happened to him?"

"He is in love."

"Ah?" Uncle Zhao was stunned, "This kid still has this charm?"

Chen Ling took a bite of the fried dough stick without changing his expression, and uttered three words lightly:

"With a man."