Chapter 299 He doesn’t deny him

Author: Youdaoyan

Chapter 299 He doesn’t deny him

At this moment, Fang Mu firmly believed that he had forgotten something. He asked his assistant to investigate what happened while he was away from home.

The little assistant was sensible and obedient, and since it was about a writer and teacher whom I admired, the little assistant immediately went to investigate.

Fang Mu, who was feeling unwell, returned home and looked for any useful clues at home.

Thinking of the strange young man in red who suddenly appeared and disappeared at the autograph session, Fang Mu should have been frightened, but there was always an inexplicable sense of stability that enveloped his trembling heart, and his spirit gradually stabilized.

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

Pulling out the notebook with a worn cover, the bookshelf suddenly spread apart. Fang Mu dodged dangerously and was almost crushed by the heavy bookshelf.

Fang Mu felt that a certain thread that maintained the rationality in his mind suddenly began to tighten, as if it might be broken at any time.

"Notes...monthly notes, no, there should be elements of the notebook in his 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 contents in the notebook were so abstract and unfamiliar, because the notebook recorded was not a painting, or a painting with a profound meaning.

Then he found that he had held the notebook upside down, and he had opened it to the last page of the notebook. However, he turned it over and opened it from the first page again. That time he finally saw the name of the owner of the notebook, "Lin Sen."

"Lin Sen..." Fang Mu was a little confused, why did the name sound strange and familiar at the same time.

At that moment, Fang Mu's alarm rang, and Shiwang was pressed to the east of the collapsed bookcase. He pushed the bookcase open, threw away the picture albums and comic books that had fallen from the bookcase, and finally caught up with the call.

Before hanging up the phone, the person found Xiwang and connected the number.

"Hello." Fang Mu leaned against the wall tiredly. He had just read the incoming call notification displayed on the screen. It was called by assistant No, "Have you found anything?"

"Uh-huh, Teacher Wumu, he knows where I went and what I did during my recent confinement trip!" the assistant's lively voice was pleasant to the ear.

Listening to the little assistant's voice, Fang Mu could imagine the little girl's proud look, but she felt calmer and said, "Let's talk about it."

He adjusted his position against the wall, trying to make his walk as comfortable as possible. At the same time, he was looking through the fallen books on his bookshelf, and couldn't help but mutter, "Why are there so many paintings and comics?"

Assistant: "I went to the Azte region for a trip and settled in a city called Tenoch in the Azte region. On the night I arrived in that city, I went out to visit the local market.

I will stay in the hotel room painting for the next few days, and then I will suddenly book a flight back to China."

"How do I know so clearly?" Fang Mu was a little confused when he heard this. He seemed to have some impression of those things, but he had no impression at all.

"I've already painted something." The assistant said matter-of-factly, and Fang Mu heard the sound of drawing paper being turned in the demonstration.

Painting? Why did he ask to paint?

"Teacher Lin Sen, it's not good for me to be left behind like that. Fortunately, the hotel contacted my tour guide. My tour guide happened to know my identity as a Chinese cartoonist, so he immediately left me in the hotel.

those comics

Everything was mailed to the studio. Oh, that’s wrong. Many things I bought locally were also sent here. The pendant, which looked quite old, was broken into pieces. It should be worthless.” The assistant clicked her tongue.

A few times, he said in a sneer.

Fang Mu was stunned, and his heart suddenly felt cold.

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

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

"Did...did he do anything?"

"His God, the teacher, your amnesia is too serious, you will not even forget that the identity of your cartoonist is forgotten ... You rest first, wait at home, he and he will come to you to find you to you

!" When the assistant heard Fang Mu's words, he immediately shouted in panic. Fang Mu fell to the ground, and the sound of banging could be heard from time to time, "Just wait.

He’ll come right away!”

Toot toot…

Fang Mu stood up, walked slowly to the leg washroom, looked at the familiar face in the mirror, held his breath, and stared intently... Suddenly, the picture in his field of vision flashed, and the figure in the mirror flashed past the figure of another person. He suddenly

He was so frightened that he jumped on the spot.

At the same time, a large number of memories were rushing into his mind like a tide. He quickly took off his clothes and touched the scars on his chest that looked like a ferocious centipede in the mirror, but his legs were in the mirror.

He was caressing the spot, but he couldn't feel any bulge at all.

"Not bad, not bad, not bad..." Fang Mu slammed the leg-washing table, and the person in the mirror who slowly turned into another person roared, "I don't deny him, I don't deny him! His name is not Lin Sen! His name is Fang

Mu! His name is Fang Mu! Fang Mu!!!!!”

His vigorous shouting made his whole face flush, the veins in his neck bulged and pulsated, and the people in the mirror roared and jumped in sync with him.

Until the lack of oxygen made him dizzy, and he fell backwards, hitting the wall with the back of his head. The real pain made him have to believe that it was not true.

He is not Fang Mu, but the 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 time traveler who goes against the current of history, rather than a reborn person who has changed his face.

…

Everything has become different, and it shouldn't be like that.

At that time, Fang Mu thought of the young man in red who appeared at the autograph session. At this moment, he also thought of Fang Fang's identity. Whether the owner of the forest cabin who gave him the hammer of the god of time and space was also an unknown and powerful being.

.

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

As he spoke, Fang Mu touched his smooth chest, and then an ugly smile flashed across his face.

"So that's what you meant..." Fang Mu burst into laughter, but his expression was like mourning, "He didn't travel through time, he was reborn in the body of a cartoonist named Lin Sen."

"Can... Lin Sen... Wu Mu... why is it such a coincidence?" Fang Mu didn't understand whether it was a coincidence or not. Who did it deliberately? Then "Lin Sen" and "Wu Mu" happened to correspond to his fifth

The name Shihui gave himself.

Very...

Fang Mu found the new work that will be released at tomorrow's new work signing event from the collapsed bookcase. It is indeed a novel, but it is adapted from one of his original comics. He is also one of the screenwriters of the novel, and it is precisely because of that

Otherwise, he would not have noticed the difference in his identity so quickly.

He opened the second page of the book, and there was a smooth folded page. On it was a portrait of the main character of the comic novel. The name of the protagonist Lin Peng also made him suffocate.

Lin Peng, if you take it apart, you can see the character "Liu Mu", which means that he is the sixth life.

Could it be...how could my fifth-life self write the story of my sixth-life self?
Chapter completed!