Lu Yuansheng stumbled all the way in the cold world, but in the face of this seemingly endless tunnel, he no longer knew where he was.

In the end, his whole body was so cold that he couldn't even blur his consciousness, so he reluctantly relieved himself of his ability in a corridor where the tunnel workers were temporarily resting.

Feeling his temperature gradually rising, he swirled in a whirlwind, and finally passed out.

Tonight, he had done too much and exhausted countless spiritual energy, but all these things failed to go as he wished.

This feeling of reluctance and reluctance before he fell into a coma pulled him into a strange dream.

Here, he seems to be trapped in a prison of time again, surrounded by only the nothingness of the ancient well.

But apart from not being able to feel where his body was, his consciousness was very clear and agile.

"Is this a dream?"

Like a ghost floating in the depths, his consciousness circled around and saw nothing but the long list of numbers.

"This is not the time to dream! Wake up!"

When he found nothing, he couldn't help but yell wildly, but in this world he couldn't even hear his own voice clearly.

Finally, after I don't know how long, he felt tired, but not tired, but simply gave up the struggle, and lay down floating on the spot, looking up at this endless void space and the string of numbers that continued to count down by second.

"Or am I dead?"

Suddenly, he had the idea.

"Brother Bai, I should have listened to you and used less of that medicine......

Between lamentations, he recalled the scene when Gao Xiaobai snatched his personal waist bag.

But with this thought, the entire void world suddenly changed, manifesting the extremely real scene at that time, and even the speed of the countdown became twice as fast.

"It's ...... My memory?"

He was a little unsure, because it was obviously a dim room at that time, but now this place, in addition to being black and white, he could clearly see every detail of this room, and even saw himself wearing a mask smiling bitterly because of Gao Xiaobai's movements.

"What's going on?"

He had the idea of wanting to touch it, and his consciousness was scattered because of this, as if he really touched himself and Gao Xiaobai.

He could feel it, it was a tangible skin sensation, but he had just touched it, but he immediately retracted his consciousness like an electric shock, because he could clearly see that the string of numbers suddenly dropped by a large number with his thought movements.

"! You're going to deduct me that much time? What kind of black-hearted merchant are you?!"

Lu Yuansheng cursed, not daring to waste this precious countdown again.

It now became clear to him that this was not some afterlife, nor was it a hallucination caused by the overuse of painkillers, but a space of consciousness framed by his abilities, perhaps similar to the unknown state of "Instant Millennium".

But compared to the world of inexplicable lines, this world is obviously clearer.

Standing quietly in front of him, he tried to recall the scene again, and the scene in front of him played out in sync with his memory, just as he had expected.

"What if...... This fragment of memory...... Also able to interact ...... Isn't that ......?"

Suddenly, a bold thought occurred to him, and once again a wisp of thought came to his own image, trembling to take off the mask.

The countdown jumped violently with his movements, as if the torrent was rapidly descending.

And after the mask was removed, a very clear face appeared.

That's right, that's what he looks like, and all the expressions and skin details are lifelike.

Shocked, he involuntarily relinquished control of the mask, and the image in front of him returned to its original state after a brief fluctuation.

"What was going on just now?"

"It's definitely not just my memory!"

Lu Yuansheng thought with certainty, because it was impossible for him to know what his specific face was at that time, and even if he imagined, it was impossible to imagine such rich details.

"Is this...... A fragment of time and space?!"

He watched the countdown to return to normal speed, and couldn't help but have a thought that even he was not confident in.

In order to verify this idea, he immediately manipulated his consciousness and rushed out the door.

However, when he burst out of the room, all the scene was reduced to nothingness.

"Is there a distance limit?"

His sharp mind made him realize the reason at once.

Between his thoughts, he thought about it again, wanting to keep going back to his memory, but to his disappointment, the memory point that he could go back to was only until noon at the earliest, and it seemed that this ability still had a time limit.

He pondered again why he had suddenly gained such power.

"Could it be that four painkillers were used in quick succession in a short period of time?"

Thinking about it, he only thought of this reason.

Although he always had three painkillers, he had never tried to finish them all in one night, let alone a fourth one.

The side effects of over-taking can be brain damage at the mildest, and death from shock in severe cases.

It can be said that his actions tonight are suicide, but he is just lucky.

However, after using the fourth potion, his consciousness and physical fitness also improved briefly but significantly, such as the ability to open and close with the two puppet bodies and Rose without any gaps.

After figuring this out, he re-embodied a new scene from his memory.

It was the scene on the top floor of the office building where he was about to slit Artiste's throat.

He wanted to see how Artiste had dodged what should have been a fatal blow.

Time stood still the moment he swung his knife through the throat of the other man, and he moved closer with his consciousness out, and from the scar of the knife, only a dim light could be seen.

He was a little reluctant, glanced at the long list of numbers that were quite abundant, and said ruthlessly in his heart: "Anyway, living to 80 years old is considered a long life, so don't do it at this time!"

Artiste's wound was turned open by him, and he saw only a bulging thing in the outer part of the room, as if it contained something, but it was not the flesh and blood of the organs in the throat!

His memories continued, and he wanted to see how it would evolve next.

But with the disappearance of another big number, everything in front of him also turned into nothingness.

"Oh no, it seems that after interacting with a single static fragment, the subsequent evolution also disappears."

He pondered for a moment, thinking of the possibility of such a change just now, which seemed to confirm once again that these scenes belonged to the fragments of time and space recorded by his memory.

It's a pity that due to distance limitations, he can't see the scene after Artiste falls, otherwise he will definitely be able to analyze some of the other party's abilities.

Now it seems that it is only the other party's flesh that is more special.

But suddenly, he thought of one more thing, and that was that the envelope that the other party had given him contained something, and perhaps he could learn more about this mysterious organization from the contents of it.

If you can even see the contents of an unopened envelope, then this new ability is a little too terrifying.

He froze, recreating the scene a little further afield, but determined to take a look.

Because he also knew the price to pay for satisfying his curiosity, the endless counting down of numbers reminded him not to get lost in the fragments of this time and space.

Consciousness radiated, and he quickly opened the envelope that he had thrown earlier and hovered in the air.

However, on the letterhead inside, there was only a small line of graceful letters: "I'm sorry, you failed the test."

Envelope from his

Falling under the control of consciousness, all the pictures returned to their original state, and he was stunned for a moment.

Looking at the countdown without a big number, if he didn't have no hands now, he would have slapped himself a few times.

He spent so much time reading a sentence of nonsense and didn't get any useful information, isn't this cheap?

No...... It's not that it's not without gain, and it seems to prove that they really seem to be coming at themselves.

"Me? What do I have to ......?"

When he came up with this self-deprecating idea again, he was suddenly stunned as if he had thought of something.

He looked at this completely real fragment of time and space, and thought to himself, "There should be no one...... You're going to have that ability, right?"

In the real world, which is dominated by science, it seems that it is impossible for such supernatural abilities to appear except in film and television anime.

But this miraculous ability appeared on him so unreasonably.

What other reason does he have to say that he is ordinary?

Could it be ...... In this world, there have long been other people other than those close to him who have secretly noticed his speciality?

All of this seems to be really possible......

Because it is the master of the secret web, and holds countless secret information, all the actions of him and Artiste are as if they were omniscient, even unpredictable.

Maybe when he was inadvertent, he exposed his supernatural ability, which attracted the attention of the other party.

For example, the virtual shield carved from his own jade, is the word "Yuan" engraved on it really a coincidence? Coincidental enough for Artist to use this as a reason to find himself in the sea of people in the Red Capital?

When all the coincidences are superimposed, it seems to become an inevitability.

"The master of this mysterious web may be the omniscient god in Artiste's mouth."

Even with the sharpness of his mind now, he couldn't imagine more possibilities.

He reminisced about tonight, and countless real images flew between his eyes, making him feel like a clown being teased in the palm of his hand. Or rather, more like a marionette, always carried by Artiste and constantly advancing according to the established script.

In the end, he tried his best to save a few people, compared to the original thousand or so polluters, is it not like Artiste said that no one can save them?

Even his own life was saved by others.

Between his thoughts, he gradually came to the scene where the woman in white died to save herself.

His consciousness circled around the other party's figure who had not yet been shot a few times like a ghost, and endless sadness once again appeared in his heart, if it weren't for the consciousness body that wouldn't shed tears, otherwise he would have burst into tears again at this moment.

He also wanted to find the other party's identity, but after a few turns, he still found nothing.

After all, he didn't even know the other party's name.

Lu Yuansheng finally stopped silently in front of her, his eyes lowered slightly, as if he was bowing his head again to commemorate and respect the other party.

In the silence, his sharp mind suddenly felt that something was wrong.

He looked at the gap between the young girl's original jumping position and the current vacant position, and the difference between the time was not like an ordinary little girl who could have realized that she was in danger and could complete it in a short time.

"What's going on?"

He looked back a little longer and could clearly see how the young girl had accomplished this series of movements.

At the moment when he used his ability, the other party had already raised his head as if he was looking for something, although this was an acceptable normal reaction, but the subsequent actions could not be explained.

As soon as he resurfaced from a series of afterimages and appeared in the real world and fell to his knees, the two golem bodies immediately aimed at him.

But before they could fully prepare for the attack, the young girl had already noticed this attack, and she also got up towards him

Then he pounced quickly, just in time to save him at the moment he was attacked.

Having watched this scene many times, his keen consciousness could not find a reason to convince him.

Perhaps before he realized the plot of the master of the secret web, he could explain all this with the temporary reaction of humans breaking through the boundaries.

However, he now looks at everything like a conspiracy.

Time goes back in time, and he goes back to the time when the train had just been in an accident.

He carefully examined the place again with his gaze at the time, and found no traces of man-made either.

However, when he was again, looking inward through the car window, section by section, he noticed something that sent chills down his spine.

What about the young girl? What about the researcher in white?

He searched all the carriages where he could see inside, but he didn't see the man.

The only thing left was the front of the train conductor and Rose, which couldn't be seen inside because of the hidden windows.

But how could this ordinary young girl be qualified to ride in, and if she could, how could conflicts break out between her and Rose so easily.

Who is she?

Where did she come from?

Why did she save me?

Is she dead or not?

What purpose does she have?

A series of questions filled his mind, and his quick thinking made it seem as if there was only a dense "she" in front of him.

But after his inspection, he lost the follow-up time and space fragments because he was far away from the train, and it is obviously unknown how this mysterious woman appeared.

In the midst of this cold thought, he suddenly felt his body, and the world was rapidly moving away from him.

In the real world, he took a sharp breath of cold air, and suddenly woke up from his sleep, as if he was in a nightmare, and couldn't help but gasp for breath, and the cold sweat had soaked his clothes all over his body at some point.