Yue Chuanzhen, who woke up again, sat in a small interrogation room. On the cold iron table, there was a simple desk lamp, which was the only light in the room.

A man with a cowboy hat sat opposite the table. Due to the light, his face was a little unseen, and only the red dots caused by the burning cigarettes on his mouth were very eye-catching.

The man put his right hand on the table, and kept beating his fingers and said, "I'll introduce myself. My name is Meng Yan. You must believe what I want to tell you next, because it's about your life and death."

"Where is this? I seem to..."

When he found himself in the interrogation room, Yue Chuanzhen instantly understood what he should do. He did not have the memory of his body like other time travelers, so he could only pretend to be amnesia to hide it from the world.

Seeing Yue Chuanzhen's vague appearance, Meng Yan sneered: "Don't have to do anything to perform. You want to say that you seem to have lost your memory, right? Although your acting skills are very good, I don't have the patience to play such a game with you."

"What do you mean by acting? I really don't remember anything." Yue Chuanzhen said in a daze. He was not afraid of these people taking the test because he really didn't remember anything.

"You may think you are a time traveler, but you are not! You don't have to pretend in front of me, that's just causing trouble for yourself."

Am I not a time traveler?

It’s not the same world, I am in other people’s bodies, this is not a time traveler, what is a time traveler?

But...how did he know about time travel?

Isn’t concealing the identity of a time traveler the ultimate mission of every time traveler? Why was it discovered at the beginning when I got to me, and others didn’t believe it?

Yue Chuanzhen pretended to be panicked, but he was thinking about countermeasures in his heart, but among the novels he had read, there was no one that could tell him how to deal with this situation. He could only stammer and say, "I don't understand what you said about the time traveler."

Meng Yan took out a dice decorated with gold in silver, threw the dice on the table casually, turned it a few times and stopped. The dot on it was two. After putting away the dice, he took out a pocket watch and looked at it, and then nodded as if he confirmed something.

"It is a waste of time to expose your disguise. I have less than twenty minutes to speak to you here. In reality, you will have about ten minutes to completely transform, so you must remember what I say next."

Reality... He means that the conversation between the two of them is not in reality now, is it a dream?

"Time is tight, so I just said it. This is your shallow dream. Time passes slightly slower than the outside world. The photos show you what you are now in reality. If you can't get rid of this state, then you will die!"

Meng Yan pushed a photo to Yue Chuanzhen, which was covered with a strange and bloody Yue Chuanzhen, not what Yue Chuanzhen looks like now.

After seeing this photo, Yue Chuanzhen's brain became a little swollen and painful. He vaguely felt that the photo might be true. The moment he realized this, various scars began to appear on his white body. The severe pain made him tremble continuously, and the scars on his body confirmed his guess.

"The scars of the flesh are reflected in the spirit. In this way, you have begun to realize your situation. You have been influenced by the absurd item number A-2-104 and thought you were a time traveler.

The form of A-2-104 is a white light ball with a diameter of ten centimeters. It will recover its activity every year and attach to a random ordinary person nearby. The possessed person will be blocked from his own memory and add a new memory of the "time traveler" belonging to another world.

Once the possessed person completely believes in that memory, the possessed person will really become the so-called time traveler, and its own existence will completely disappear.”

Accompanied by Meng Yan's words, some fragmentary pictures began to emerge. They were memories of another person, which made Yue Chuanzhen's brain a little swollen. It was also memories. These newly appeared memories made him feel very intimate, completely different from the previous memories. He couldn't tell which memory was real and which was fake.

"I don't know what you think you are now, but your real name is Zheng Jing, a second-rate private detective who has just entered the industry. You also have a younger brother named Zheng Lun. He is studying in high school and needs you to earn money to support your family."

The memory belonging to Zheng Jing gradually became clearer, and the two memories kept fighting for the initiative in their minds. Yue Chuanzhen couldn't help but whisper: "Zheng Jing...Zheng Jing."

"Yes, your name is Zheng Jing. In Zheng Jing's memory, there should be a memory of being hit by a light ball, that is, the light ball number A-2-104, which is enough to prove that my words are true.

The only thing that can resist its transformation is the last ten minutes, and only in these ten minutes you may break free. This time will be extended in the dream, so I have time to explain the situation to you.

When you believe me, I will send you into your deep dreams, and you will have about six hours to find someone who wants to replace you and kill him!"

When talking about killing him, Meng Yan's tone was relaxed, but Yue Chuanzhen felt a hint of chill.

"The memory of Yue Chuanzhen is much more than that of Zheng Jing. How do I know that you are not the resistance consciousness of this person named Zheng Jing, and want to hinder me from traveling through time?"

Now there is a strong struggle in Yue Chuanzhen's brain, and when it comes to the critical moment, it depends on which side can completely overwhelm the other side. He has doubts about his existence, but at the same time he is also doubting Meng Yan. Who knows if Meng Yan is a person imagined by this body?

"In fact, it is easy to confirm which side of the memory is real. The person who belongs to the time traveler's memory is called Yue Chuanzhen, right? In Yue Chuanzhen's memory, you may remember a lot of things, but do you really remember specific things?"

Meng Yan vomited a cigarette ring and asked with great experience: "For example, do you remember the specific address of Yue Chuanzhen?"

"Of course I remember, in the...community in the suburbs of Baihe City..." Yue Chuanzhen was stunned. He thought he remembered it very clearly, but he couldn't think of the specific address.

"So what about Zheng Jing's address?" Meng Yan continued to ask.

Yue Chuanfa blurted out: "Black aristocratic community in Luyuan, Furongjiang City, Bailonghe Province, Huafu District, Room 303, Unit 3, Building 2..."

"Look, you should be able to tell which side is reality." Meng Yan clapped and was very satisfied with Yue Chuanzhen's reaction.

Meng Yan didn't need to continue talking about which side is the real one, he could tell. He remembered the dream he had when he woke up after becoming Yue Chuanzhen, and the sound in the dream suddenly became clear.
Chapter completed!