Crazy, 500 yuan also dare to make a science fiction blockbuster

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"It works! The heartbeat is back!"

Ye Heng vaguely heard the doctor's voice, but before he could say anything, he passed out again.

Then he fell into endless darkness.

He didn't know what to do, but at a certain moment, he heard something.

"Little Leaf..."

"Xiaoye, wake up."

He slowly opened his eyes, and found that he was in a pure white room, and in front of him was Professor Cheng.

Others stood not far away, those who were dead.

"I, am I dead?"

Ye Heng asked in a daze, but the professor smiled and shook his head.

"Soon, soon, but not now."

Hearing the professor's answer, Ye Heng was stunned for a moment, but his eyes were more bewildered and powerless.

He looked at the professor in front of him, and recalled what he said to himself in the flame hell.

At that moment, Ye Heng suddenly felt powerless.

He suddenly cried.

"Sorry, sorry Professor."

The professor smiled slightly, patted Ye Heng on the head like an elder, and asked.

"what happened?"

"The movies I made, none of them belong to me, I'm not a director at all."

"I'm just a plagiarist, a stealer, stealing things that don't belong to me."

"I'm sorry I lied to you, all of you."

Ye Heng wept and said, at this moment, he finally decided to confide everything in his heart.

But when the professor heard these words, he just smiled.

He looked at Ye Heng with a smile and was silent, but it was not so much silence as he was waiting for Ye Heng to stop crying.

After Ye Heng calmed down, the professor took out a small doll.

That little doll was the little Prometheus doll he had bought from the witch.

"Son, do you know Prometheus?"

"He is also a thief who stole the fire that did not belong to him."

"But even so, people still see him as a hero, not a thief."

"You are also Prometheus, but what you bring to people is not fire, but culture and thought."

"Have no fear, you have done nothing wrong."

Ye Heng looked at the professor, and at that moment, he seemed to see something.

In the center of a city, there is a statue of him. There is a small sign under the statue. There is no name or work written on it, but only a short sentence - "He was once an era."

At that moment, all the knots in Ye Heng's heart seemed to be broken.

He shed tears and slowly closed his eyes.

But soon, he seemed to think of something again.

"what about now?"

A smile appeared on the professor's face, and he patted Ye Heng's head.

"Now, go and say goodbye to them."

After speaking, Ye Heng slowly opened his eyes.

This time he saw familiar, alive faces.

Mrs. Timis, John, Lin Ke, Luo Qiao, Shi Qinlong, Zhang Wenke...

They were all people Ye Heng was familiar with, and they were looking at Ye Heng worriedly at this moment. Their worry made Ye Heng understand that this is the real world.

"Xiaoye! Xiaoye is awake!"

Someone yelled, and everyone looked at Ye Heng.

They immediately rushed towards the hospital bed, putting their hands on the bed.

"Ye Heng! You're fine! The doctor said you'll be fine!"

John kept talking, with a hint of fear in his eyes.

But Ye Heng knew very well that his death was doomed, and consolation would not delay his death.

"Me, my clothes."

Hearing Ye Heng's words, everyone froze for a moment.

"Clothes? Clothes?"

Everyone searched in the ward one after another.

"Here." On the side, Mrs. Timis found Ye Heng's clothes.

Ye Heng slowly raised his finger and pointed to one of the pockets.