I just broke up with my boyfriend and then I transmigrated into the world of "The Lost Tomb&quo

"Lingzi, did you really write this?" Wu Xie asked cautiously.

"Not sure, let's take another look." Ling Xiao pursed his lips and sat down to examine the notebook with Xie Yuhua.

After looking at it several times, Xieyuhua asked him in a low voice, "Do you remember?"

Ling Xiao tapped the notebook with his finger, finding it somewhat amusing, as if he had seen a joke: "This style looks very Linghua, but everything is wrong. First of all, the time. Look, I wasn't even born in 19xx. How could that be?"

With outsiders present, he didn't speak so bluntly, but everyone understood what he meant. But could it be that he had reached another point in time? After all, this wasn't the first time.

"That's just one point. The second point is the handwriting on it. Although it looks a lot like mine, my handwriting is never illegible, even in a panic. Besides, I obviously didn't lose my memory on the first day. That's the second point that's not right."

"The third point is incorrect, and it is also the most important point. I don't have the habit of writing a diary. Even if my memory is confused, I won't write something like that to leave myself with any leverage, unless I want others to see it."

Putting aside where this notebook and pen came from, just the fact that I was arrested, how could I have written down my real age? Even if it was written in the notebook, it should have been an incorrect age, unless the date and age were both incorrect. But why would I write that?

I don't believe I've lost any memories of being 18, because I was busy planning and treating my illness at that time, so... I don't think this notebook is authentic." Ling Xiao gave a brief analysis.

“But you’re facing amnesia, isn’t it normal to write it down?” Wu Xie thought that if it were him, he would probably write it down for himself.

"So that brings us to the most ridiculous part of this notebook. It actually says to put the notebook under the mattress. Tell me, if I have amnesia, how would I remember it being under the mattress? I write it in the notebook and put it under the mattress to remind myself? Why?"

Or was I waiting back then for many years to come to me, and for Ms. Aning or someone from her company to find me and say, "Look, Ling Xiao, this is your hospital diary from when you were 18?"

"Also, I've never had the concept of 'fellow patients'; I always stay in a VIP ward." Ling Xiao seemed to have thought of something else and said, "Oh! If this diary is truly real, then there's only one possibility: after reading this diary, I traveled through time to the exact same place, creating a closed loop."

When Ling Xiao finished speaking, Xie Yuhua almost instinctively tightened her grip on his hand.

"Of course that's impossible, I'm not 18 years old this year," Ling Xiao whispered in his ear.

"I can't tell if it's real or fake, but your name is on it, so I contacted you as soon as I saw it." Ah Ning didn't seem to care, and kept putting food on her plate. The fat man came to his senses and quickly protected the plate of chicken wings next to him.

This woman, she probably brought a fake laptop just to scam food, right?

"But the nursing home was mentioned again, it should be Golmud Nursing Home!" Wu Xie felt extremely annoyed when he thought of the words "nursing home".