Chapter 208 Photos
Chen Ling felt that her brain was just a ball of mush at the moment.
He looked at the pages in his hand with the information about "Chen Ling" and "Chen Yan" written on them, and an inexplicable feeling of creepiness came to his heart... Reality and his memory were completely opposite states, just like Someone changed his life.
"It's impossible...it's obviously Ayan who has the heart disease, how could it be me?" Chen Ling shook her head and murmured to herself, "I lost my heart, my chest is empty, how could it be me?" Ayan's name...are you kidding me?"
Chen Ling glared at Yan Xishou angrily, as if she wanted to eat him alive!
"I didn't... I really didn't!!" Yan Xishou trembled, "That Chen Yan... Chen Yan's organs are still in the basement, and Chen Ling's information at that time is also there. You, you, you... go there by yourself Just look!”
"Where's the key?!"
"The second drawer on the left hand side of the desk..."
Chen Ling quickly rushed to the desk, took out a simple-looking key from the drawer, and was about to walk out of the study. Then, as if she thought of something, she punched Yan Xishou unconscious.
Chen Ling dragged Yan Xishou to the cabinet under the bookshelf and hid it, then opened the door and quickly walked towards the basement.
Now that the transaction records have been obtained, it stands to reason that Chen Ling should evacuate as soon as possible. Otherwise, the longer he stays here, the greater the risk that those strangers will find him. But now Chen Ling can no longer care about these things... There are some things that he Be sure to find out.
Chen Ling didn't know why he paid so much attention to a mistake in a name. Maybe it was just a mistake in the registration of the Stars Chamber of Commerce... But he felt that something was wrong with him, as if... he was afraid of something. Same.
With the key in hand, Chen Ling successfully opened the basement door, and a cold air suddenly hit her face.
The cold air drifted away like wisps of white smoke in the warm room. Behind the door was a spacious and dark space, with shelves neatly arranged in it. It looked like some kind of warehouse.
Chen Ling frowned and walked straight into it.
Most of the vessels stored here are vessels used to preserve organs. The shelves are arranged according to date. Most of the vessels on them are empty and must have been distributed. However, even so, there are some placed next to the empty vessels. The cowhide file bag seems to be recording something.
Looking around, there are at least hundreds of vessels here, which means that there are at least hundreds of lives that have lost their health and organs.
Chen Ling was not interested in other people's utensils at all. He directly followed the directions on the shelf and found the day when his heart was poached, which was also the day when he experienced the intersection of the gray world and woke up from the mass grave...
On the shelves, there were several utensils placed one after another. Among them, the utensils with the label "Chen Yan" written on them were empty.
Chen Ling frowned. He took out the cowhide document bag placed aside on the spot and opened it. Inside were several photos... In the photos, it was a shabby operating room. There was a young man lying on the operating table with tight eyes. Closed, as if asleep.
"Ayan..." Chen Ling murmured to herself.
The second photo is still the same operating table, except that the boy's chest has been cut open on the operating table. The osteotome is standing aside, holding a scalpel, and is concentrating on the operation.
In the third photo, the young man's face is pale, and blood almost covers the entire operating table. The bone knife has put down the scalpel at this time, holding a bright red heart in both hands, looking at the position of the camera, as if to deliberately prove that this heart is The heart was taken out of the boy's body.
There is no one in the fourth photo, only a container used to hold the heart. A hand is putting the heart into it and sealing the container with a numbered sealing strip stuck on the surface.
These four photos should be used to prove the origin of the heart to buyers. When seeing these photos, Chen Ling's eyes showed deep confusion...
There may be errors or omissions in the text, but the pictures in the photos don't lie. It was Chen Yan lying on the operating table, and the heart was taken out of his body... But how could this happen? This is completely different from what I remembered!
Chen Ling's breathing became heavier. He immediately walked to the nearby utensils, took off the cowhide bag with [Chen Ling] written on it, and took out the photos one by one.
In the photo, Chen Ling's organs were also removed one by one on the operating table, but there was no heart...
Chen Ling stayed where she was, as motionless as a sculpture.
"If it is really Ayan who lost his heart... then who am I?" Chen Ling felt that his brain was about to explode. At this moment, countless afterimages that he had ignored flashed through his mind.
That was the scene that appeared in his mind when he stumbled to the mass grave in the heavy snow... That was Chen Yan's memory.
He didn't know why Chen Yan's memory appeared in his mind, but in that memory, he seemed to have become Chen Yan, personally experiencing that heart-wrenching past, and what happened after he was knocked unconscious Everything about it, but he couldn't remember it... The first time he regained consciousness was on his way home from the mass grave.
He remembered clearly that he struggled for a long time in the rainy night that day before he remembered his name. His name was Chen Ling.
"I am Chen Ling...I am not Chen Ling? No...impossible...I have almost all his memories, except for a small section of that night...Who else could I be if I wasn't Chen Ling?!"
"That's not right... I am the time traveler Chen Ling! I am not the Chen Ling here... That's not right either, but I have clearly become Chen Ling..."
Chen Ling held his head in his hands, confused memories flooding his mind, and he could no longer tell what was true and what was false.
Chen Ling's palm touched his cheek. As if he remembered something, he suddenly raised his head and stumbled out of the basement... He knew how to prove who he was.
He rushed back to Yan Xishou's study, locked the door, and came to the large wooden wall clock in the center of the room.
The ancient and mottled pendulum swings with the frequency of time, making a mysterious sound like the years. The spotless glass surface of the wall clock clearly reflects Yan Xishou's face.
Chen Ling touched her chin with her right hand and tore it apart with force. A human face fell lightly to the ground...
After Yan Xishou's face, there is the face of the paper puppet master.
Seeing this scene, Chen Ling continued to touch her chin and tore it apart again.
As the paper puppet master's face fell, another face appeared in the reflection of the wall clock. It was Afeng's face in the dungeon of the Stars Chamber of Commerce... Chen Ling's brows furrowed tighter and tighter, and he tore at his face crazily. One after another, faces that had appeared before appeared on the wall clock's reflection one by one, like magic.