"For he is without sin."

"He's just protecting his kids."

"He's no longer alive, and he'll never be able to wait for the verdict of innocence."

"But that's really important to him."

"So, I have to comfort him in another way."

Li Teng's tone was calm, as if a host was telling a story, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

“……”

"The content of the next live broadcast may cause some discomfort ......"

"It can also cause extreme discomfort, so please watch with caution ......"

"For me, though, it's already a daily routine."

“……”

The next video lasted for more than a dozen hours.

It was soon lost on the Internet, but later someone found the videos over the wall and shared them privately.

Until twelve o'clock in the evening.

The last live footage.

The drone footage fades away from the deck of the freighter.

A mushroom cloud rises above the freighter.

……

Before leaving, Li Teng took one last look at the world.

This so-called real world.

If it existed, there would be nothing left for him to be nostalgic for.

The deceased is gone, and revenge can't undo anything, but he still has to do it.

The reconciliation with his parents is just to unblock the demons.

All he is doing now is to remove the demons in his heart.

……

"Who can guarantee that this world is the real world?"

"Who can guarantee that all these so-called real-world memories are really my life and memories?"

"Who can guarantee that these hatreds, concealments, and guilt are truly mine, and not imposed on me emotions and feelings?"

"What if I'm just another Junjun-cheol, just forcibly injected with these memories that don't belong to me in the first place?"

"Although it's a bit heartless to think so, I'm sorry for my parents and relatives."

"But who can say that my speculations are not true?"

"Am I really an actor? Maybe I'm just an NPC? ”

"Do I really exist?"

"Maybe I'm just a made-up program?"

"Are the people I know real?"

"Maybe they're just illusions in my head?"

"Am I really being hijacked?"

"Maybe I was set on this stone pillar as soon as I was born, and the so-called life memories in front of me were only forcibly poured in?"

"Are the pillars real?"

"Maybe I've been staying on the flat ground all the time, the so-called high altitude next to me, and the so-called villages and towns below are all VR projections, I'm just afraid of falling, and I don't have the courage to step out of the range of a few square meters at the top of the stone pillar......"

"Is it true that Daisy fell and turned into a wax figure?"

"Maybe the effect of her jumping off is just to warn the rest of us not to try, just like the NPC in the competition who blended into the cast and failed to pass the polygraph, and getting a headshot was just a plot need."

"Does Studio City really exist?"

"Since I can use the watch APP to enter the time bubble and enter the script of "Memory Demon", what is the point of the existence of the film and television city?"

“……”

"Life still has to go on."

"It's more rewarding to have a memory and continue to live, even if it's not your own, than to live like the walking dead without a memory."

"Otherwise, what's the point of living?"

……

The black helicopter came.

It's time for the regular show.

Li Teng climbed into the helicopter and, as usual, ate the bread and biscuits inside, and drank the drinks inside.

Then he fell asleep.

He had never slept so soundly as he did now.

There are no distractions in the heart, no worries.

Whether that demon belongs to him or not, he won't have any knots from now on.

He can really live without a heart and lungs.

……

Film and television city, time bubble building.

Storytelling room.

"Because he only has one actor now, and I only have seven actresses now, I don't know what the reason is, and the film and television city has not added actors to our two crews for the time being, and our crew can only continue to perform together for the time being." Xia Zhihui explained to everyone very dissatisfied.

Yuan Qiang stood aside, as if he was not a director, just a spectator.

Of course, he was not a spectator, and he also wanted to come over to say a few words, but Xia Zhihui's mouth crackled, and she didn't seem to want to give him a chance to speak.

"The next play you are going to play is called "The Legend of the God of War", the personal bodyguard of the president of the daughter of the retired soldier king, and I didn't watch the content because I couldn't watch it. It's actually a brain-dead plot of a man and N women, obviously only the plot of a woman and N men is interesting, I don't know what these screenwriters think, such a brain-dead plot can be made...... I'm sorry, Director Yuan, you wrote this script? Xia Zhihui opened the title page of the script and stopped.

"It's okay, it's okay." Yuan Qiang smiled awkwardly.

"Alright, now it's time to assign actors."

"Director Yuan uses your real name in the play, it seems that there is no need to assign actors, he has arranged everything."

"Li Teng, you are the retired soldier king...... Or a personal bodyguard and a master of flower protection, and a god of war...... Is this a person? Do you want to get so many titles? ”

"Hahahehe." Yuan Qiang continued to laugh awkwardly.

"Liu Yin, you are the female president."

"Me?" Liu Yin stuck out her tongue, although she has a big company at home, she has never been a female president!

"Angel Lee, you play the secretary of the female president."

"Wang Min, you are the head of the department......"

Xia Zhihui announced all the cast arrangements on the second page of the script.

"Director Yuan, do you have anything else to add?" Xia Zhihui asked Yuan Qiang.

"I basically said what I want to say about Director Xia, I'll make up ......for it a little bit," Yuan Qiang hesitated.

"Then you won't talk about it? Well, it's almost time, it's time for everyone to go to the teleportation room...... It's a waste of resources to play this rotten script with time bubbles...... Ah, Director Yuan, I'm not talking about you, I'm talking about this script, no, I'm not talking about this script, I mean ...... Forget it, let's not talk about it. ”

In Xia Zhihui's complaining and Yuan Qiang's embarrassed laughter, everyone walked in the direction of the teleportation cabin.

Before entering the teleportation chamber, Yuan Qiang still chased after him.

"Say hello to everyone, don't be misled by the name of this script, the name of this script is just a gimmick, just to attract other people's attention."

"Actually, this is a suspenseful puzzle horror type film, just like last time, if you don't get it right, you will be wiped out! I hope you can all return safely together, I believe in your strength! Come on! ”