Who Am I???

"Those people are back"

He hid under the bed, trying to calm his breath and avoid being discovered by the other party.

"Boom"

The sound of a body hitting the floor.

The next moment, he saw a young red-haired girl lying in front of him with her eyes wide open. The girl's mouth was torn apart by a chain full of steel thorns as...

"What"

Christian woke up all of a sudden.

Because he woke up from a nightmare, his body couldn't help but shake lightly. He subconsciously picked up the cigarette next to him and wanted to light it up and take a puff, but then he remembered that he didn't smoke.

Who am I?

Who is me again?

He asked himself over and over again these two questions that have never been fully answered by humans since ancient times, but Christian's mind gradually became sober.

I'm Christian.

I am a Ghost hunter, an Expert in spells, and a Master of Deception;

I am a person who has studied the dragon-slaying technique;

I am the one who finally saw the "Dragon";

I'm…

However, am I just these?

Or, is "Christian" just these?

He looked at the cigarette that he subconsciously picked up in his hand but didn't light it. After thinking about it, he finally put the filter in his mouth and bit it with his teeth, but it still didn't ignite.

Christian was more than that.

Christian was still a youth who had a lot of troubles in life;

He is a third-rate screenwriter who wants to write top-notch scripts, but almost no work has been accepted by the production company;

He is an artist who is in the crew and waits to die. He still has a set of set props, but he always dreams of being a director;

He is a young beauty hunter who has hooked up with many hot girls, but he has never had a stable relationship;

He is not a good person. He has never done anything like drugging a woman with wine, but he wanted to do good deeds and even gave his soul to save a girl who committed suicide;

He drifted in the Hollywood stream. He didn't die, but he didn't live either...

"Are there only these memories left this time?"

Christian sighed and looked in the mirror in front of the mirror, he looked tired, with heavy eye bags under his grey eyes, and lack of sleep; the bridge of his nose was high, slightly hooked, and his chin was covered with a black beard stubble, which stretched to his cheeks.

An obvious beard; there was no gauze on the head, but the messy blonde hair looked very greasy as he hadn't washed up for several days. He was wearing a dirty plaid shirt, leaning against the chair with squinting eyes, as if he had just woken up just now, and he was not quite used to the constant light in the room.

"Mirror mirror, tell me, how many memories of the previous 'Christian' are there?"

As soon as he said the words, Christian immediately covered his forehead with his left hand.

"Uh, so silly. I feel like I am an idiot as soon as I say that"

Speaking solemnly to himself, however, the mirror in front of him does have the smell of a magic mirror—not to mention the bronze frame, and the various weird patterns painted with cinnabar paint on the mirror surface. And the words give people a mysterious feeling.

"That's all that the soul can do."

Christian put away the coin he stood in front of the mirror and wondered what to do next.

At this time, it has been three months since he crossed into this era. After the excitement of being able to practice spells at the beginning, he gradually discovered that although a lot of things can have changed in the past two decades, people's lives have changed many times But it's still the same—

Especially since he still lacks the original memory of this body.

Unlike many travelers who are lucky enough to receive the memory and abilities of the original owner of the body as soon as they cross, except for a few behaviors that are proficient in generating physical memory—like the intuitive familiarity with the geography of Los Angeles or the skillful technique of drugging girls in bars—Christian's predecessor left him with very few memories and abilities. He was not like he was before he crossed. He was a person with strong home attributes and relatively simple interpersonal relationships. Besides, the girls his predecessor hooked up with were enough to give current Christian a headache.

Fortunately, unlike other travelers, Christian had mastered some spells. Facing the mess left by his predecessor, he decisively used the spell called 'Soul Recall', which many people knew, but few people understood.

The traditional view is that this is a call to the soul of a child who is separated from the body due to fright, but some modern doctors believe that this is a very simple psychological comfort and treatment. The spell Christian cast, just like the previous door guardian spell, was a secret technique hidden in folklore that has been passed down for many years.

Of course, Christian himself has no children, and the soul he calls is the one of his predecessor. Christian believes that since his body is not dead, the soul will not dissipate easily. In this way, he can naturally recall the soul that has escaped from the body through the method of calling the soul to obtain the memory of his predecessor. 

However, things are not going well. However, it can also be said that it went well.

"The power of this guy's soul is too weak. Not to mention competing with me for the body, it is very difficult to retrieve the memory"

Erasing the spell he had written on the bronze mirror, Christian couldn't help but sigh.

Yes, although he wanted to recall the soul of his predecessor, Christian had no plans to be noble enough to give up his current body. For this reason, he deliberately painted the sealing spell on the mirror used to assist the soul, so that if the opponent's soul competes with him for the body, it will be immediately stimulated. However, the weakness of the predecessor's soul was far beyond his expectations.

"Weak to this level, although we can't say that the soul is scattered, it is not much difference. The memories that can be extracted are only some impressive fragments, although the general context is mastered, the lack of details is very serious"

Christian held an unlit cigarette, closed his eyes, and pondered.

"But it's nothing. Originally, people's memories were like this. If you can't remember the details, you just have to say that your memory is not good. Anyway, this guy's life is not complicated. The biggest problem now is that I have replaced him, do I want to follow the same path as before?"

Christian couldn't help but think of the numerous movie scripts that appeared in the memory of his predecessor.

"It can be seen that this is his painstaking effort. Even though his soul is broken into pieces, this is the most memorable one. Although I look very ordinary, but..."

What was he supposed to do now?

Practice spells.

This can be done at any time, although the speed in this era is still plodding;

Be a supernatural master?

Although the United States is not the country that brought down all monsters, ghosts, and monsters before, even here, the profession of psychics is still a liar in the eyes of ordinary people. The work of most psychics is indeed a lie. Christian had indeed been a "Master" before crossing, but his essential purpose was to learn to deceive people to practice spells, not to learn spells to deceive people;

Use the advantage of crossing to make a fortune.

This is not unimaginable. But the problem is, let's not talk about where he gets the tough first pot of gold, let's not talk about it. If he has the first pot of gold, what will he do? He must figure out what to do to give full play to his prophetic advantage. Whether it is to go to the stock market to make money to surpass Buffett, or to open a technology tree to defeat Jobs, after all, there must be a goal. And this goal is back to the earliest question-what to do?

It's impossible to just change jobs and continue to mix up like this, right? What's the difference between now and now?

Christian sighed, and with this sigh, the filter cigarette he had held in his mouth also fell.

"Forget it, let's write this script first. Although it does not feel like a boutique, it is the work of the predecessor after all. This is also the result of cause and effect, fulfilling the wish of the predecessor. Then consider your future..."

Christian shook his head and finally made the decision that was essentially "wait and see," then closed his eyes again and entered a state of meditation.

Although precautions have been taken, and because the soul of the predecessor is almost drifting away, the tragedy of two souls competing for the body will not happen. However, the memory of the predecessor is extracted through the soul for a long time, and it will still be affected to some extent. Over time, even if this influence does not lead to a split personality, it will always produce a lot of mental pressure. So every time Christian calls the soul to end, he must clear his mind through meditation to eliminate the side effects. This is why he had to ask himself "Who am I" when he woke up.

However, this meditation did not go well.

It may be because this is some of the last memories, or it may be because it contains the hard work of the predecessor. The horror film script that is not very interesting to Christian is played back repeatedly in his mind, although for him, who has been studying spells and ghosts for a long time, these images are not terrible, but they are always annoying. until-

The police officer in front of him was skeptical about what he was saying. A dark iron arrow suddenly flew from the side and shot through the police officer's forehead.

Christian, who passed the lens in his mind, sat up suddenly:

"This is 'Wrong Turn' "