Dark Light Chaser.

Chapter 667 Time Flow Speed

After dinner, Ai Liang, accompanied by her maid, washed up, changed into her pajamas, and lay down on the bed.

When it comes to rest, most people might relax in the middle of the night by listening to music, watching movies, taking a bath, or getting a massage.

Ke Ai Liang is only three years old, and many relaxation methods that are only for adults are not suitable for a three-year-old child.

In addition, due to the influence of so-called hyperthymesia, most relaxation methods become a burden on the brain for Ai Liang.

Aside from necessary school classes, Ai Liang wasn't even allowed to read many books at home. At most, he would be taken for walks in the backyard, the dog would be walked, or he could ride horses with Feng Chengfu.

To be honest, after being unconscious for a whole day, Ai Liang is not sleepy at all, but the long night ahead means his family won't allow him to continue overworking his brain and stay up all night.

Ai Liang pulled the blanket over herself and lay on her side on the bed with her back to the monitor, her mind filled with the dream space she had while she was unconscious.

Faced with such an unbelievable event, in her previous life, Ai Liang would at most have thought it was a strange dream, and perhaps she would have forgotten about it completely on her way to work after waking up.

But now that he has been given a second life, he is a living example that cannot be explained by modern science, making it difficult for Ai Liang to deny the existence of the supernatural as he did before.

"How do I get back...? Do I have to fall asleep to get in?"

Ai Liang muttered to herself.

As soon as he finished speaking, his pupils dilated and his expression became dazed. The next second, he was standing under the blue sky.

"...They're in already?"

Ai Liang raised her eyebrows and looked around incredulously.

Fragments of past memories, just like when she was unconscious, began to appear one after another around Ai Liang, quickly filling the surrounding space.

As more and more memories surface, many of the people and things in those memories begin to overlap, and various images intertwine, becoming as bizarre as a Picasso painting.

However, Ai Liang came here not to observe the memories, but to search for the voices she had heard before.

"Hello? Are you there?"

Ai Liang raised her head and shouted towards the sky.

No one responded.

"If this is my inner world, then who are you?"

Ai Liang asked the question she hadn't been able to finish before.

There was still no response, as if the voice I heard before I woke up was just my imagination.

Ai Liang stopped trying to strike up a conversation and instead focused her attention on the jumbled memories around her.

Verifying whether it's an illusion is simple: just check if there's any related record in your memory.

Three years is neither a short nor a long time.

Because Ai Liang has spent most of these years in his own manor, aside from the audio memories of the first few months after birth, most of his memories are of the same scenes and the same events, only the pace of the same event is different.

Although the estate is large, Ai Liang rarely explores his own home, spending most of his time wandering around the main building and backyard. He has never even been to places like the wine cellar or warehouse.

Ai Liang easily arranged the memories of these years into a long line, organized by month.

And at the end of the long line of memories lies everything that happened today.

Finding today's memories didn't take much effort; it was no more difficult than lifting a glass of water.

The mini-video started playing, and Ai Liang skipped the first few hours of aimless wandering and directly captured the fragment where the memory scenes first appeared.

After sorting through all his memories, he confirmed once again that the voice was not a hallucination, and that it was indeed the first time he had heard that voice.

"Can we meet up?"

Ai Liang replayed the conversation and extended the invitation again.

In the boundless space, only the sounds from my memory continue to echo.

Is it that they are unwilling to answer, or that they really can't hear?

For some reason, Ai Liang felt a little irritated and uneasy.

Fear stems from the unknown.

When you're alone and suddenly hear someone talking to you, any normal person would be quite frightened.

Unless someone is mentally challenged or insane, everyone would want to get to the bottom of things.

Moreover, Ai Liang is someone who has had experiences that cannot be explained by current science.

He has always adhered to the principle of "better to believe it exists than not to believe it doesn't" when it comes to the unknown.

There's nothing Ai Liang can do if the other party doesn't show up. Even if they do show up, she still doesn't know what to do, but at least it can alleviate her anxiety. Being able to see is always more reassuring than not being able to see.

Ai Liang thought for a moment, then temporarily withdrew her thoughts from the unknown voice and turned them to her inner world at present.

Here, sight, hearing, smell, taste, and touch are no different from the real world; Ai Liang would believe it if you said this was another alternate dimension.

Intuition is positive about the concept of the inner world, but even if one can indeed see their own memories there, one should still maintain a degree of vigilance.

After all, there is an unknown entity here, and no one knows what it is.

Ai Liang looked at the long line of memories that had been organized.

Without the fixation of subjective consciousness, these memories begin to dissipate.

"We need to find a way to fix these memories..."

Ai Liang began to think about how to store these memories.

Until we figure out the true nature of that voice, we will inevitably have to return here again.

No matter where you are, it's always annoying to have all sorts of images flashing in front of you every time you come in.

Moreover, these are all my own memories, and it's better to keep them safe than to leave them out for others to see.

Ai Liang tried to imagine a library based on the style of her own study, and then compressed her memories into books and put them into the library according to their time numbers.

Just as he was about to carry it out, the familiar feeling of weightlessness returned.

Just like last time, she was unable to put up any resistance, and her consciousness quickly faded into darkness.

Ai Liang's body trembled in the real world, and the next second he suddenly opened his eyes.

"Come back now?"

Ai Liang sat up straight on the bed, staring blankly at the gray and white bedroom.

The moonlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows indicated that it was already late at night.

Ai Liang turned her head to look at the small alarm clock on the bedside table: 1:10 a.m.

It was less than eight o'clock when he went to bed, and more than five hours had passed since then. However, in Ai Liang's perception, he had only been in his inner world for less than fifteen minutes.

The time difference between the two reached a terrifying 1:20.

"Once you enter that space, even if you just walk around for a few minutes, the real world will jump by more than an hour. No wonder I was unconscious for more than a day last time..."

After figuring out the connection between the duration of her coma and her inner world, Ai Liang began to analyze the reasons why she was forced to withdraw from her inner world.

Neither of Ai Liang's two awakenings was due to her own will, but rather it was as if she was kicked out by some force after reaching her limit of stagnation.

"The first time I entered that space, I stayed for at least an hour, but this time it was less than fifteen minutes. Is the length of time I stayed related to my behavior there?"

"Last time I entered by accident, so I spent most of my time wandering aimlessly. The turning point was when thoughts related to a revolving lantern appeared in my mind, and memories from the past few years came to mind."

After I tried to control these memories, that strange voice appeared, and shortly afterward I woke up in the real world.

This time, I immediately started organizing my memories, only staying for about ten minutes..."

Ai Liang carefully compared the results from the two tests.

It is not difficult to see that the time spent in the inner world is related to the degree of control over memories.

"The stronger the interference, the shorter the dwell time..."

As they were talking, Ai Liang suddenly felt that something was wrong.

He looked up and glanced around the bedroom, where everything was gray and white.

Have I become completely colorblind?!
(End of this chapter)