Yes! He's the god of acting

Meanwhile, William slowly walked up behind him, his gaze piercing through the crowd of law enforcement officers to meet Lily's eyes.

The moment she saw him, Lily's pupils contracted violently!

"You... it's you!!" Lily struggled frantically against her restraints, but the other officers held her firmly in place. "You should be dead!! You should have died long ago!! Calamity!! You are calamity!!!"

Lily's screams echoed through the night as William stood there quietly, his eyes filled with complex emotions as he looked at her.

"Henry... Henry," he called softly to the boy beside him. "Go wait over there... I'll handle this."

Henry stared blankly at the frenzied Lily, snapped back to reality by William's voice. After a long silence, he finally nodded...

He walked alone to the dark corner by the wall, hugging his knees as he curled into a ball, his entire body trembling uncontrollably.

"What's wrong with you people? Can't even gag her properly?"

One officer glared at his colleague, immediately bent down to retrieve the white cloth, and stuffed it back into Lily's mouth.

Then he sighed deeply and consoled, "Kid, don't take it to heart... your mother has lost her mind. She doesn't even know what she's saying anymore."

"For public safety, we'll be sending them to a psychiatric hospital for stabilization treatment. There's still hope they can recover their sanity."

"Of course, you can visit them anytime during this period."

He gave the other officers a meaningful look, and they immediately understood, quickening their pace to transfer the two prisoners to headquarters.

William watched this scene with calm detachment, unable to identify the emotions stirring within him. These two people had raised the original owner of this body, yet they had also taken his life. From the original's perspective, their debts were already settled.

William had inherited the original's memories, along with his emotions. He could vaguely sense that the original hadn't harbored much resentment about this. To a large extent, it was because he truly loved Henry, his younger brother.

If Lily and her husband had simply explained everything clearly to the original, he would have willingly sacrificed his life to bring his brother back.

Unfortunately, while the original had trusted them, they hadn't trusted him... simply because he was an adopted child.

"You must be William," a figure approached him. "Where did you go just now?"

William turned around, seeming dazed for a moment before responding hoarsely, "Sir... what happened here?"

"I'm the one asking questions here." The man frowned slightly, but considering what this young man was currently going through, he hesitated before adding, "A calamity broke into your house and frightened your parents... Fortunately, they didn't resist. Don't worry, they're not in immediate danger."

"Oh, I see."

William seemed to snap out of a dream. "Today I took my brother to practice."

"Practice what?"

"Traditional theater."

William raised his hand, revealing a neatly folded theatrical costume he held in his arms.

Seeing this, the law enforcement officer's wariness relaxed somewhat. After all, most people wouldn't carry theatrical costumes when going out, so William's claim about going to practice seemed largely credible. Still, following protocol, he asked:

"Where did you practice? Did anyone see you?"

"Just at that vacant lot at the eastern end of Frost Street... No one saw us. My brother is shy and won't sing where there are people around, otherwise we would have just practiced at our doorstep."

The officer nodded. "It's not safe outside lately, so don't wander around. If you notice anything suspicious, come find me... I'm Jack, and I patrol this neighborhood every day."

"Alright."

"By the way, where's your brother?"

"He... he was just scared by what happened to Mom, so he's hiding over there." William pointed toward the dark corner where a small figure was curled up, seemingly crying.

Jack glanced in that direction and nodded slightly.

Just then, something seemed to occur to him:

"Oh, how many children are there in your family?"

"Two."

Jack's eyes narrowed. "Two?"

Hearing the subtle change in Jack's tone, William's heart sank. Having years of acting experience, he was extremely sensitive to such nuances in dialogue. He immediately steadied himself and asked with apparent innocence, "What's wrong?"

"The records show your family has two children, and you've confirmed this," Jack said slowly. "But last night we encountered your parents at the mass grave. They said they were there to pay respects to their son...

If both of you sons are alive, then who were they mourning?"

The atmosphere suddenly grew tense.

"Oh, you mean that." William's mind raced, and his face showed understanding. "Many years ago, after Mom and Dad had Henry, they conceived another child... but Mom's health wasn't good at the time. The baby died just a few days after birth, so they had to bury him in the back hills. Every year on his birthday, they would visit his grave.

When this happened, Henry was only about two years old and didn't understand anything. I only have vague memories of it myself."

This last statement was William's insurance policy in case Jack decided to separate him and Henry for individual questioning. This way, even if Jack became suspicious and wanted to interrogate Henry further, William could reasonably maintain his story.

Of course, he could also use "I was too young at the time" as an excuse to avoid deeper questioning from the law enforcement officers.

"An infant death... no wonder there's no record of it."

As it turned out, William had overthought things. This law enforcement officer named Jack didn't possess such strong vigilance. He nodded, made a casual note, and turned to leave.

William breathed a long sigh of relief internally...

He hadn't expected that on the night of his return, Lily and her husband had also gone to the mass grave, only to be spotted by law enforcement officers... They had nearly been exposed.

"Oh, right!" Jack turned back around.

William: ...

Are you kidding me?

Just as William's heart leaped back into his throat, Jack pulled out a letter from his jacket and handed it to him.

"We found this on Vito's body. It's a summons from law enforcement. Report to headquarters tomorrow morning, and don't be late."

After saying this, Jack left—this time he really left.

As the law enforcement officers departed, Frost Street once again fell into desolation. William walked to the dark street corner, his emotions complex.

"Henry..."

William looked at Henry, whose head was bowed low, unsure of what to say.

Given how things had unfolded, William knew, no matter how obtuse he might be, that the calamity that had attacked their home was himself... Though at the time his body had been possessed by the "Audience," he didn't know how to explain this to Henry.

William, who had always been most skilled at crafting "lines," found himself unusually at a loss for words.

"Brother," Henry spoke softly. "I'm tired..."

William was stunned. He never would have expected that Henry would ultimately say only these three words.

No anger, no questioning, no confusion... Henry's chestnut-colored eyes looked at William with their usual clarity and calm.

William stood there for a long time, realizing he couldn't read what this young man was thinking. He gently bent down and ran his hand through Henry's hair.

"If you're tired, then sleep... I'll watch over you."

Their once-warm home now had two gaping holes blown through it, and the living room was completely destroyed. If any thieves or burglars passed by, they'd be doing a disservice to their profession if they didn't take something.

Henry returned to his familiar bed, silently curling up under the covers. William walked to his side and slowly sat down, his back against the broken wall.

Through the shattered roof, he could see endless blue auroras dancing in the black night, like gentle silk ribbons covering the sky. This was the first time William had quietly observed this world's auroras, and it seemed that the moment he saw them, all the chaotic thoughts in his mind disappeared, leaving only eternal tranquility.

"Brother, are you cold?" Henry's voice came from under the covers.

"No, I'm not cold."

"Oh..."

Henry said nothing more. After a long while, only the sound of steady breathing lingered in William's ears.

Time passed, and William's eyes gradually closed as well...

He fell asleep.