Infinite Throne

   Chapter 235 I, who, who?

  The style of painting changes.

  The world collapsed.

  Irin's current mental attributes are close to the first level of mental lock, and the speed of his brain is not unpleasant.

   But when Zhao Yulong said that sentence like a joke, Yi Rin seemed to feel a loud bang in his head, and it was like a certain string snapped into pieces.

   "You, what did you just say?"

  Irin tried to keep her apparent calm.

   But if Zhao Yulong could be more careful, he would be able to find that Yi Rin's knuckles were clenched white at this time, and there was a hint of trembling in his tone.

Zhao Yulong didn't notice the change in Yi Rin's tone at all, he fluffed his hair and patted Yi Rin's shoulder: "You won't be naive enough to think that before you join the special group, I won't investigate your background thoroughly. All over again? HiaHiaHia—"

   Silence for a moment.

  Irin closed her eyes.

  My parents…who are they?

   in an instant.

   Originally in his mind, those two names that were once extremely familiar, but Irin was unable to say it no matter what.

  Name, height, appearance, age... Everything about "parents" seems to have been erased by some kind of force.

  Irin couldn't understand the current situation.

   He only felt that his limbs were cold, and his back was cold, as if the surrounding temperature had suddenly changed from early autumn to cold winter, which made Yiren feel that it was difficult to adapt, and there was an illusion that his thoughts were frozen.

who I am?

  Who are my parents?

   What world is this?

   I crossed again?

  Why are parents gone?

   Or did I have no parents to begin with?

   But what about memory and habitual cognition?

   Or some "facts" have changed since the moment of rebirth?

   in just a minute.

  Irin's frozen mind began to re-run, and many messy thoughts popped up, each of which was difficult to come up with an answer.

   Zhao Yulong looked confused.

  How can we talk so well, this kid's mood changes when he changes?

   He didn't say anything?

Isn't    just a freelance job?

   There are as many white workers as possible in the special group, as vast as the sea!

   Zhao Yulong remembered the experience in Huating City again. Could it be that this kid was under too much pressure, endocrine disorders, and emotional problems during this time?

   "Well... do you want to find a 'doctor' to show you? He's in the group..."

   Before Zhao Yulong finished speaking, Yi Rin suddenly turned around and left without looking at Zhao Yulong again.

  In place, only Zhao Yulong was left alone, dressed in a neat suit, and the wind was messy, feeling inexplicable.

   in the hallway.

  Irin took two steps, like coagulated blood, and then slowly flowed again, but there was still an illusion of numbness in his hands and feet.

How to do?

  There are countless question marks circling in Irin's mind.

   Faced with this situation, he had no plans.

   He never even thought that this worldview collapsed so suddenly and everything came so completely.

   "Molly!"

   He suddenly thought of Molly.

  Recalling that it was Molly who told Irin about the theory of time travel, and finding Molly might be the answer.

five minutes later.

   When Yi Rin found Molly who was working hard in the studio, her turbulent mood had calmed down a lot.

   He is not an ordinary person after all.

   In this weird situation, calmness is even more needed.

   "Don't you see I'm busy?"

   Molly had a grumbling expression on her face, but for some reason she stopped what she was doing in an instant.

  Irin was silent for a moment. On the way, he had decided not to tell Molly that there was an error in his memory for the time being. He tapped from the side to learn more about Molly's "memory".

   "Well... I'll just ask, have you checked my profile before?"

   Molly's expression was slightly embarrassed: "How is it possible! Do you think I, Molly, would do this..."

  Irin 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...it did."

"let me see."

   "Are you stupid? I'm fine and still leave evidence? Ahhh, I mean, I don't have anything to do with such meaningless content, do you think I'm stupid too?"

   Yi Rin thought about it, and it seemed right. With Mo Mengmeng's character, at most, she would just look it up secretly without leaving any evidence.

   "Do you remember... my background, such as my parents."

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

   But seeing Yi Rin's serious expression, she didn't complain, she simply said: "In fact, there is nothing to investigate about your life experience, just clean it up."

   "Please speak."

   "Irin, male, born on March 28, 2103, parents unknown. It is recorded in the file, but it should be earlier, after all, this is the date when the welfare institution registered your ID..."

   "Orphanage?" Yi Rin's pupils shrank.

   "That's right, isn't it the orphanage where you and Sister Yiyi came out together, don't you know where you came from?"

   "When did you check it?"

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

  Irin was silent for a moment.

   "One plus one equals how much?"

"…,roll."

   Molly should be Molly.

  Irin opened the Apostle panel again and reconfirmed it.

   Even the props in the storage space are repeatedly confirmed.

   That's right, he did return from the inner world.

   There is no possibility of falling into an inexplicable trial again.

   That is to say… here is the reality!

   Sudden distortion of reality!

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

   "No!" Yi Rin's eyes narrowed, and he quickly denied the idea: "There must be some mistake, my money, yes, my money..."

   Just when Molly felt that Irene seemed to be inexplicably pumping the wind, Irene asked again.

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

Molly glanced at Yi Rin oddly: "Don't you have amnesia? When you were in the orphanage, you accepted donations from a foundation, and every time a sum of money would be credited to your account. Gee, I don't know what luck you've had, and this kind of good thing can come across."

   Foundation?

   "Foundation? What foundation?"

   "Uh... It's not clear in this document."

   "Can you find it?"

"Wait, let me see..." Molly quickly tapped in front of the computer a few times, then shook her head: "It's difficult, you also know the particularity of the current international network, the headquarters of this foundation is abroad, if you want to investigate... a bit Trouble, you can't check it secretly."

  Irin also knew exactly what Molly meant by "secretly".

   "I'll go out." Irin's face was expressionless.

   Molly: "???"

   Soon after, Yi Rin 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.

   on the way.

  Irin desperately searched his mind for traces of the existence of "parents".

But unfortunately, since returning to this timeline, in Yi Rin's memory in the past three years, his parents have never appeared in front of anyone, Yi Rin can't even recall his parents' names and even looks, as if " The existence of "parents" has not appeared in his world from the very 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, the timeline of my rebirth cannot affect another timeline, nor can it change the 'facts' that have happened."

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

   "Think about it carefully. During the three years of my rebirth, I never took the initiative to contact them, or even contacted them."

   "But I clearly have a fragmented memory fragment."

   "Am I wrong? Or... the world?"

   "Or, is the time-space travel theory that Mengmeng said is simply a mistake?"

   "Everything...is wrong?"

  Irin raised her head and looked at the sky, both familiar and unfamiliar, as if her whole body had lost her strength.

   "So... what is time and space?"

Since   's rebirth, Irin has never had such a desperate and dazed state of mind.

   Even in the face of life and death in the inner world trial, Irin has 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 N question that was originally just used to make a fuss on the Internet really appeared in Yi Rin's mind, Yi Rin didn't think it was absurd at all, he really wanted to know the answer.

  Just like that, Irin came to Qingcheng High School in a daze.

  On the playground, the students practiced neatly, punched and exercised.

  In various cultural classes, reading, discussion, and experimentation are all a thriving and beautiful scene.

   "Huh? Irin-san, why did you go back to your alma mater? Isn't there a holiday yet at this time?"

   At this moment, a familiar and unfamiliar voice sounded behind Irin.

   was his former head teacher.

  Irin turned his head slightly blankly: "Who are my parents?"

   The head teacher laughed dumbly: "Student Yi Rin, what are you kidding?"

  Irin was silent and left the place.

   He came to the classrooms' offices.

  Wang Fenbi, a history teacher who has been single for thousands of years, happened to have no class, and when he saw Yi Rin, his expression was delighted: "Classmate Yi Rin."

   "Who are my parents?"

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

   The teacher in the corridor.

   "Who are my parents?"

   "Where did your parents come from?"

  Repealed classmates.

   "Who are my parents?"

   "Irin-san, why are you making such a joke, is there too much pressure in college? I remember your ambition is to major in tower studies?"

   Everyone.

   "Who are my parents?"

  “…”

"who I am?"

   Familiar scenes, for some reason, those kind smiling faces made Yi Rin feel a strange fear.

after an hour.

   Qingcheng Police Station.

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

   After not seeing him for a while, Xu Zhiyong seemed to be a little old, with deep dark circles hanging on his face, like a completely hollowed-out expression, very haggard.

   Xu Zhiyong was a little surprised when he saw Yi Rin made a special trip to find him. He suddenly remembered Yi Rin's mystery, and quickly lowered his voice: "Take a step to talk."

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

   "No, I just want to ask one thing, have the files of the 'Hen Zhang' case been handed over?"

   "Hen Zhang?"

   When Xu Zhiyong heard this, it almost became the name of the old yellow calendar, and he immediately shook his head and became a little more energetic.

   He looked around and saw that no one was paying attention, so he whispered, "I said, bro, what are you doing with this old account at this time?"

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

   "That must be! This is professionalism."

   Yi Rin stared at Xu Zhiyong's eyes, and asked every word: "In your memory, who are my parents?"

The voice of    just fell.

  Xu Zhiyong's expression was only a little dazed for a moment, but he quickly smiled: "Why are you making such a joke at this time?"

   (end of this chapter)