Resist the world, but I spread the curse

Chapter 299 I'm Not Me
At this moment, Fang Mu firmly believed that he had forgotten something, and he asked his little assistant to investigate what happened to him during his long trip.

The little assistant is sensible and obedient, and it is related to the writer and teacher he admires, so the little assistant immediately started to investigate.

Fang Mu, who was unwell, returned home, looking for any useful clues at home.

Thinking of the strange white-clothed young man who suddenly appeared and disappeared at the signing party, Fang Mu should have been terrified by it, but there was always an inexplicable sense of stability wrapped around his trembling heart, and his spirit gradually stabilized instead.

In the corner of the bookshelf at home, he found a notebook with a cowhide cover and placed it on a corner of the bookshelf to maintain balance.

Pulling out the notebook with a shabby cover, the bookshelves suddenly scattered, and Fang Mu dodged in a thrilling manner, almost being crushed under the heavy bookshelves.

Fang Mu only felt that a certain thread that maintains reason in his brain suddenly began to tighten, tight, as if it would be broken at any time.

"Note... diary, yes, there should be an element of notebook in my lost memory." A vague memory image appeared in Fang Mu's mind, he calmed down and opened the first page of the notebook.

But when he opened the first page, Fang Mu was dumbfounded. The content in the notebook was so abstract and unfamiliar, because the notebook recorded pictures one by one, probably pictures with deep meaning.

Then he found that he had taken the notebook upside down, and what he opened was only the last page of the notebook, so he turned it over and opened it from the first page again, this time he finally saw the name of the owner of the notebook, "Lin Sen".

"Lin Sen..." Fang Mu was a little confused, how could this name sound strange and familiar.

At this moment, Fang Mu's mobile phone rang, and the mobile phone was pressed under the collapsed bookcase. He quickly pushed the bookcase away, threw away the picture albums and comic books that fell from the bookcase, and finally hung up the caller. Before calling, I found my mobile phone and connected to the number.

"Hello." Fang Mu leaned on the wall wearily. He just saw the call notification displayed on the screen. It was from the assistant. "Did you find anything?"

"Yeah, Mr. Wumu, I know where you went and what you did a few days ago!" The little assistant's lively voice was pleasant to the ear.

Hearing the little assistant's voice, Fang Mu could imagine the little girl's smug look, but his mood became more stable, and he said, "Tell me."

He adjusted his posture against the wall, trying to make himself sit more comfortably, and at the same time flipping through the books that had fallen from his bookshelf, he couldn't help muttering, "Why are there so many books like paintings and comics?"

Assistant: "You went to the Azt region, took a trip, and settled in a city called Tenoch in the Azt region. Except for the night you arrived in that city, you went out to the local market. For the next few days, you were just sitting in the hotel room drawing, and then you suddenly booked a plane ticket back to China."

"How do you know so clearly?" Fang Mu was a little confused when he heard the words. He seemed to have some impressions of these things, but he didn't have any impressions.

"You've finished the drawing." The little assistant said as a matter of course, Fang Mu heard the sound of the drawing paper flipping from the phone.

painting?Why does he want to paint?
"My teacher Lin Sen, it's not good for you to lose things like this. Fortunately, the hotel contacted your tour guide. Your tour guide just knew your identity as a cartoonist in Shenzhou, so he immediately left you in the hotel. All those comics were mailed to the studio, oh yes, and the things you bought locally were also delivered together, the pendant looks quite old, but unfortunately it is broken, it should be worthless." The little assistant tsk tsk A few times, it was a pity to say.

Fang Mu was stunned, his heart suddenly turned cold.

"What was your name?" Fang Mu asked tremblingly.

"Mr. Lin Sen, ah, I forgot that you don't like your real name, I should call you Teacher Wumu."

"I... what do I do?"

"Oh my God, teacher, your amnesia is too serious, you won't even forget that you are a cartoonist... You should rest first and wait at home, I will come to you soon Hearing Fang Mu's words, the little assistant immediately yelled in a panic, Fang Mu's mobile phone fell to the ground, and there was a bang and bang sound from time to time, "Wait, I Come!"

beep...

Fang Mu got up, walked slowly to the bathroom, looked at the familiar face in the mirror, held his breath, and stared intently...Suddenly, the image in his vision flashed, and the figure in the mirror flashed past the figure of another person, and he was suddenly frightened. You have to jump in place.

At the same time, a large number of memories are flooding into his mind like a tide. He quickly took off his shirt and stroked the centipede-like stitched scar on his chest in the mirror, but the position of his hand in the mirror But he couldn't feel any bumps at all.

"No, no, no..." Fang Mu slammed the sink and yelled at the man in the mirror who gradually became another person, "You are not me, you are not me! My name is not Lin Sen! My name is Fang Mu! I It's called Fang Mu! Fang Mu!!!!"

The shouting made his entire face flush, the veins on his neck bulged and throbbed, and the person in the mirror roared and jumped in sync with him.

Until the lack of oxygen made him dizzy for a while, he fell backwards, and the back of his head hit the wall. The real pain made him have to believe that this was all real.

He is Fang Mu, but this body is not Fang Mu, it belongs to a man named Lin Sen.

He is actually a novelist, not a cartoonist.

In fact, he is a traveler who goes upstream in the torrent of history, not a reborn person who has changed his face.

……

Everything is different, it shouldn't be like this.

At this time, Fang Mu thought of the white-clothed youth who appeared at the autograph signing. At this moment, he also remembered the identity of the other party. He was the owner of the hut in the forest who gave him the hammer of the time-space god, and he was also an unknown and powerful existence.

What Lin Ling said at that time lingered in my ears now, and Fang Mu also murmured to himself: "Everything can lie to you, but the heart will not lie to you."

While talking, Fang Mu touched his smooth chest, and then an ugly smile flashed across his face.

"So that's what it means..." Fang Mu broke down and laughed, but his expression was mournful, "I didn't time travel, I was reborn on this manga artist named Lin Sen."

"But... Lin Sen... Wu Mu... why is there such a coincidence." Fang Mu didn't understand whether it was a coincidence or who did it on purpose. This "Lin Sen" and "Wu Mu" happened to correspond to his fifth life meeting. name for himself.

and also……

From the collapsed bookcase, Fang Mu found the new work released at the new work signing event today. This is indeed a novel, but it is adapted from one of his original comics, and he is also one of the screenwriters of this novel. Novel, he was not able to notice the strangeness of his identity so quickly.

He opened the second page of the book, and there was a folded smooth page, which was full of vertical drawings of the main characters of this manga novel, and the name of the protagonist Lin Peng also made him suffocate.

Lin Peng, when disassembled, is the word "six wood", which means that it may be his sixth life identity.

But...how could the fifth world's self write the story of the sixth world's own?

(End of this chapter)