The Monster I Was Redeemed - v2 Chapter 8 time velocity

Latest website: After dinner, Ai Liang, accompanied by the maid, finished washing, put on pajamas and lay down on the bed.

When it comes to rest, in the middle of the night, most people may relax by listening to music, watching movies, bathing and massage.

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

In addition to being affected by the so-called hypermemory, most of the relaxation methods have become a burden on the brain for Ai Liang.

In addition to the necessary study courses, Ai Liang is not even allowed to read more books at home. At most, he is taken to the backyard for a walk, walks the dog, and Feng Chengfu takes him to ride a horse.

To be honest, after being in a coma for a whole day, Ai Liang doesn't feel sleepy in the slightest now, but Long Night's family will not allow him to continue to use his brain excessively and stay up all night.

Ai Liang pulled the quilt and lay on the bed sideways with her back facing the monitor, her mind was full of the space she dreamed of when she was unconscious.

For this kind of unthinkable thing, in her previous life, Ai Liang would at most think that she had a strange dream, and maybe she had forgotten all about it on the way to work after waking up.

But now that she has obtained a second life, she is a living example that cannot be explained by modern science, which makes it difficult for Ai Liang to deny the existence of the supernatural as before.

"How do I go back... Is it possible to enter only when you are asleep?"

Ai Liang muttered to herself.

As soon as the words fell, his pupils began to dilate and his expression became dazed, and he stood under the blue sky in the next second.

"...Is this coming in?"

Ai Liang raised her eyebrows and looked around in disbelief.

The memory fragments from the past began to appear next to Ai Liang one after another, just like when he was in a coma, and soon filled the surrounding space.

As more and more memories poured out, many people and things in the memory began to overlap, and the interweaving of various images became as weird as Picasso's paintings.

But Ai Liang came here this time not to observe the memory, but to find the voice he heard before.

"Hello? Are you there?"

Ai Liang raised her head and shouted towards the sky.

No response.

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

Ai Liang asked a question that he couldn't finish before.

Still no one answered, as if the voice he heard before waking up was just his own illusion.

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

It is very simple to verify whether it is an illusion, just see if there are any relevant records left in the memory.

The memory of three years is neither short nor long.

Because Ai Liang has basically spent these years in her own manor, excluding the audio memories of the first few months of birth, most of the memories are the same scene, the same thing, but the progress of the same thing is different.

Although the manor is huge, Ai Liang seldom explores her home, and spends most of her time wandering around the main building and the backyard, and has never been to places like wine cellars and warehouses.

Ai Liang easily arranged the memories of these years into a long queue on a monthly basis.

And at the end of the long memory line is what happened today.

Finding today's memory doesn't take much effort, no more difficult than picking up a glass of water.

The mini video started to play, and Ai Liang skipped the first few hours of aimless wandering, and directly intercepted the fragments where the memory pictures began to appear.

After sorting out all his memories, he confirmed again that the voice was not an auditory hallucination, and he indeed heard that voice for the first time.

"Can we come out and meet?"

Ai Liang replays the scene of the conversation, and sends out another invitation.

But in the boundless space, only the voice in memory is constantly rippling.

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

For some reason, Ai Liang felt a little restless and uneasy in her heart.

Fear stems from the unknown.

When I was alone, I suddenly heard someone talking to me,

Any normal person would be terrified.

If it weren't for lack of heart or neuropathy, I believe everyone would want to figure things out.

Besides, Ai Liang has experienced experiences that cannot be explained by existing science.

For the existence of the unknown, he has always held the principle of preferring to believe what is there rather than to believe what is not.

Ai Liang has nothing to do with him if the other party doesn't show his face. Although he still doesn't know what to do if he shows up, at least it can relieve his anxiety. It is more reassuring to see than not to see.

Ai Liang thought for a while, temporarily withdrew her thoughts from the unknown voice, and turned to the current inner world.

The sight, hearing, smell, taste, and touch here are the same as the real world. Ai Liang would believe that this is another different space.

Intuition holds a positive attitude towards the inner world, but even if you can indeed see your own memory here, you should maintain some vigilance appropriately.

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

Ai Liang looked at the memory queue that had been sorted out.

In the absence of fixed subjective consciousness, these memories began to dissipate again.

"I have to find a way to fix these memories..."

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

It is inevitable to return here again before figuring out the true nature of that voice.

No matter where it is, it is very disturbing to have all kinds of images dangling in front of you every time you come in.

And these are my own memories, it is better to store them than to put them outside for people to observe.

Ai Liang tried to imagine a library in the style of her own study room, and then compressed the memory into books and put them in it according to the time number.

The moment he was about to execute it, the familiar feeling of weightlessness struck again.

Like last time, he failed to make any resistance, and his consciousness soon fell into darkness.

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

"It's coming back?"

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

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

Ai Liang turned to look at the small alarm clock beside the bed: ten past ten in the morning.

It was less than eight o'clock when he went to bed, more than five hours had passed since now, and in Ai Liang's senses, he had spent less than fifteen minutes in his inner world.

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

"After entering that space, even just walking for a few minutes, the real world will jump for 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 the coma and the inner world, Ai Liang began to analyze the reason why she was forced to withdraw from the inner world.

The two awakenings were not due to Ai Liang's own will, but seemed to be kicked out by some force after reaching the limit of retention.

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

"The last time I entered by accident, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, so I spent most of my time wandering aimlessly. The turning point was when thoughts related to revolving doors appeared in my mind, and the memories of these years appeared in my mind.

The strange voice appeared after I tried to control these memories, and it didn't take long for me to wake up from the real world.

But this time, I sorted out my memory as soon as I came up, and only stayed for more than ten minutes..."

Ai Liang carefully compared the results of the two times.

It is not difficult to see that the time spent in the inner world is related to the degree of manipulation of memory.

"The stronger the degree of interference, the shorter the stay time..."

While talking, Ai Liang suddenly felt something was wrong.

He raised his head and looked around the bedroom, and everything he saw was gray and white.

Am I colorblind? !

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