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In the midst of chaos, time twists like a thread, past, present, and future tangled in a tangle. A single moment can feel like eternity, and a thousand years can feel like a fleeting moment.

The space is chaotic and disordered. What is just a few steps away may be an endless abyss, while the endless distance seems to be right in front of you.

Cause and effect are completely broken; the effect can precede the cause, there is a cause but no effect. All rules are shattered here, leaving only disorder and confusion.

A science fiction educational film was playing on TV. In the picture, stars were drawn into a black hole. As the light of the planets faded into darkness, the background sound gradually quieted down, and then the TV was turned off.

"Mr. Chu, considering your current condition, we suggest trying hypnosis, which may help you recover your lost memories."

Chu Jun turned his gaze to the right front of him, where his psychiatrist was looking through his past medical records.

"I have no problem, as long as you can help me find my lost memories." There was no expression on Chu Jun's face, like a mature and steady normal person.

The psychologist held the thick medical records and knew that this was not the case. The extremely handsome young man in front of him might have a serious mental illness.

He firmly believed that there was once a person who occupied every aspect of his life and had spent his childhood, adolescence and even now with him.

However, the psychologist asked his family and even visited Chu Yun's home, but found no trace of this person's existence.

He couldn't yet conclude whether all this was Chu Yun's hallucination. He would have to wait until the hypnosis was over to find out the result.

"Your eyes just need to follow the rhythm of the pendulum. Slowly, your eyelids will become heavier and heavier..." The psychologist took the small pendulum and gently shook it in front of Chu Jun's eyes.

Chu Jun, who was half lying on the sofa, was not sleepy at first, but as the doctor spoke, his eyelids gradually began to feel heavy.

He didn't fight the feeling, but just prayed inwardly.

"This time...will I be able to remember you?" A figure with long black hair appeared in front of Chu Jun's eyes. The figure's face was blurry and he stretched out his hand in Chu Jun's direction, as if saying something.

In an instant, it vanished into thin air.

Chu Yun's consciousness fell into a daze.

Seeing that Chu Jun had entered a hypnotic state, the psychologist stood up and walked to the speaker, ready to play some soothing music.

His patients are very alert, and soothing music can enhance the hypnotic effect.

However, when the psychologist turned on the speaker, a voice came out of it.

That sound did not seem to come from any known sound source in the world. It seemed to be squeezed out from the deepest cracks in the universe, passing through endless darkness and distorted time and space before reaching his ears.

It is interwoven with sharp high-frequency chirps, as if billions of insects are rubbing frantically on the eardrums; mixed with low roars, like the loud noises when ancient glaciers collapsed and stars shattered, but with an indescribable rhythm, as if telling the most primitive secrets of the universe.

The psychiatrist's brain began to resist, his reason began to flee frantically, his hands scratched his face, leaving long marks, and blood flowed down his cheeks.

Every syllable of that voice was like a sharp blade, cutting through the defenses of his consciousness and forcibly stuffing those scenes that should not be known by mortals into his mind: in the endless darkness, tentacles danced wantonly, and huge shadows loomed in the chaos. They crossed dimensions, and wherever they went, the rules of reality shattered like a fragile spider web.

The psychologist prided himself on his inner strength and unshakable will, but he was still in a state of disarray at this moment.

His breathing was rapid and disordered, and his heart was beating wildly in his chest, as if it was about to burst through his chest.

Cold sweat oozed from my forehead and back, soaking my clothes. My legs felt weak and I could barely stand.

He wanted to cover his ears, but found that his hands seemed to be restrained by an invisible force and could not move.

"No... this is not true..." His lips trembled and he murmured weakly, his voice full of despair and fear.

The psychiatrist felt that his soul was being slowly stripped from his body, like an ant facing the vast universe, insignificant and at any time likely to be completely crushed and fall into an endless abyss of madness.

On the sofa behind him, a tentacle emerged from the corner and carefully wrapped around the young man's wrist.

'Sui Sui...' He called softly, but no one could understand his whisper.

"Dr. Chu, the new mermaids arrived today. The transmission department needs you to check the mermaid information." A young man wearing thick glass bottle glasses timidly looked at the person who was processing data at the desk and asked in a low voice.

The young man with gold-rimmed glasses looked up from the documents and gave the young man a cold look.

As if distressed by the interruption of his train of thought, the young man picked up the documents in his hand, turned around and left the office.

The young man didn't understand what Dr. Chu meant and could only follow him.

But he was still a little slow to follow, and watched Dr. Chu turn around and get into the special elevator directly to the top floor.

The top floor is the institute's most advanced laboratory, with the highest level of confidentiality, and the young man does not have permission to enter.

The person was lost, and the handover of the mermaid had not been settled yet, so the young man was a little confused.

After thinking for a moment, the young man could only return to the first floor and check the information with the people in the transmission department again.

Just as he was about to enter the elevator, the young man ran into the old professor from the institute and immediately stopped to greet him: "Teacher Wei."

Professor Wei looked at the young man's flustered look, rubbed his eyes, and couldn't help but smile: "Is there something that brings you to the office floor, Xiao Fang?"

"Yes... yes," Fang Xun nodded to Professor Wei. "A new batch of mermaids has arrived, and we need someone from the institute to hand them over in person. I'm here to see Dr. Chu."

Wei Runde understood, knowing that the young man had probably hit a wall with Chu Jun. He patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't bother Dr. Chu with these trivial matters in the future. The Transmission Department wants you to pass the message to Dr. Chu's assistant and have him confirm it."

"Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't know!" Fang Xun finally understood and felt ashamed of his previous behavior.

He had some doubts in his mind before, wondering why he had to trouble the institute's chief researcher, Dr. Chu, for such a trivial matter as handing over the mermaid. Later, he convinced himself by saying that mermaids were precious.

Now it seems that I had misunderstood.

However, Fang Xun was now faced with another problem: "Professor Wei, how can I contact Dr. Chu's assistant?"

"Hey, didn't the person who brought you up from down here give you a contact book?"

Fang Xun shook his head.

Professor Wei shook his head, as if condemning his instructor for being unreliable. He then opened his notebook and turned to the second page to show Fang Xun: "This is Assistant An's short number. Remember this. Contact him first regarding Dr. Chu in the future."

"Yes!" Fang Xun smiled gratefully at Professor Wei and quickly wrote down Assistant An's number.

Professor Wei noticed Fang Xun's gaze on the previous page of his notebook, so he quickly closed it and smiled at Fang Xun, saying, "Alright, get busy. It's different up on the 80th floor than down there. Be careful, especially on the top floor. Don't be curious."

"Yes! Yes..." Fang Xun nodded quickly, fearing that he would hesitate for even a second.

Although Professor Wei had a kind expression, Fang Xun felt a chill down his spine, and cold sweat soaked his back.