Chapter 2802: Chapter 2797: The Thirteenth Conversation (54)

Indeed, is it true that mountain life disregards the sun and moon? The timeline in the asylum is somewhat skewed.

In the blink of an eye, a net aimed at some poor soul has already been woven.

Fu Qian had no psychological burden about this, only silently pondering the claims regarding the Truth Note.

From a logical standpoint, Servis had little reason to deceive him about this topic.

But if what he says is true, wouldn’t the last entry in this notebook be something Laxik wrote a year ago?

At first glance, it seems flawless, and indeed it appears on the latest page.

But let’s not forget something crucial; Fu Qian retrieved the Abyssal Chronicle from Tyler less than a year ago.

The entries related to Jia Keke or Annalise are even more recent, yet somehow appear before Laxik’s writings.

Upon opening the notebook earlier, Fu Qian’s primary focus was indeed on this sequence.

With the explanation from the doctor now, the situation seems even more bizarre.

Currently, there seem to be roughly two ways to interpret this scenario.

The first theory involves the Well of Time, which supports Fu Qian’s previous concerns.

Even without the columnists acting as Observers, the Well of Time continues to erupt sporadically for everyone.

This results in a rapid passage of time within this place relative to the outside world.

For instance, after the new entries were written in the Abyssal Chronicle, many years might have passed here.

Indeed, it wasn’t just the year of Laxik’s activity here.

After all, according to Servis, when he received this notebook, the entries were already like this.

In short, due to some currently unidentifiable connection, the outside content of the Abyssal Chronicle can be mapped in.

Under the genuine concept of "time difference," such a scene was formed...

Honestly, even this logic remains rather tenuous.

For instance, there’s an essential sequence detail: whether Laxik was first trapped in this asylum or in the videotape?

Let’s not forget, the time of the "Virtue" task preceded acquiring the Abyssal Chronicle.

Considering Servis mentioned that people were eventually sent away while Laxik’s end in that task resulted in a mental breakdown, transforming into "Virtue."

It all suggests that this experience happened first.

A paradox reemerges.

In Fu Qian’s view, to perfectly explain this further, the asylum might have to become even more unreal.

Not only containing one forward-leaping Well of Time after another, but the entire concept of time falling from grace, no longer a sacred coordinate in defining the world, descending into something susceptible to influence by other elements.

This is what leads to the subsequent paradox, perhaps the root of the Well of Time phenomenon itself.

"That’s fantastic... But why do you think I can call him in? You should know that’s no easy feat."

Though Servis likely wasn’t privy to Fu Qian’s numerous speculations, he definitely felt the intruder’s peculiarity increasingly.

So much so that the opponents became interested in the precursor, a statement that sounded odd at first, yet seemed somewhat justified.

At that moment, Servis was surprised by Fu Qian’s confidence in his plans.

"How you manage it is entirely your affair; I just think it’s much more impactful than us getting out, with him coming in."

Fu Qian assumed an aloof stance, as if he were merely a bystander.

...

"You’re right, even if you restore everything now to its original state and walk out in broad daylight, it wouldn’t really matter."

The transition into a collaborative stance happened so quickly that the doctor seemed excessively relieved, hesitating before letting out a sigh.

"Perhaps he’ll leave quite satisfied, wouldn’t he?"

Fu Qian added on.

Some things, when contemplated slightly, aren’t challenging to deduce.

The tension between the precursor and the doctor had always been akin to a battle of Momentum.

The focal point might have involved whether the intruder would enter the office, yet some truths don’t require direct observation.

The earlier actions of the three were Fu Qian conjuring the Black Box, the precursor gathering people, followed by the doctor forcibly dispersing them.

Even without witnessing the internal events, from the precursor’s perspective, the doctor had already lost composure, almost admitting defeat.

If the standoff continued, and should the Black Box be removed and the intruder returned, the precursor could laugh triumphantly, proclaiming victory outright.

The fact that this stalemate persists already reveals Servis’s ability to control the situation significantly.

And while aiming for a reversal, the opportunity virtually resides solely within the office.

Striving to also draw the precursor inside, engaging in a face-to-face triadic dance.

For optimal effect, it’s crucial to first form a clandestine agreement with Fu Qian.

From Fu Qian’s perspective, the situation had been consistently clear and straightforward.

As for precisely how to lure the precursor in? It’s understandably unappealing to consider such a feasting invitation.

No worries, it was mentioned earlier that’s Servis’s problem.

Now everyone is colluding, and there’s no scenario where only one shoulders the responsibility.

"Rest assured, he won’t leave now."

Indeed, Servis had no inclination to slack off in front of experts, responding with a profoundly meaningful smile.

"Did you hear that? Your position is unfavorable next."

Turning to watch the door, he resorted to the most primitive form of summoning, raising his voice in that direction.

"I heard—"

More surprisingly, it was effective; immediately, a response appeared.

Even during the response, a figure stood silently outside the door, gazing inwards.

"It’s rare for this place to be so lively."

...

This person likely was the legendary precursor.

Continuous alterations that stirred hearts, yet Fu Qian didn’t flinch; he politely greeted the newcomer.

Simply remarking that it’s no wonder he felt self-assured, he indeed displayed traits akin to divine signs.

Primarily characterized by a startling blackness.

Though not emaciated, the person’s complexion was enveloped by an overwhelming darkness, almost obscuring the features.

Fortuitous slight lighting on one hand, and distinctive features on the other.

Eyes stretched to a shocking degree, a mouth protruded like a bird’s beak, creating an unsettling sensation of skin being pierced, all schemes discerned—indeed discerned.

All along, he seemed merely a silent observer of the sinister dealings between the doctor and the columnist, possibly even acting as the arbitrator.

This wasn’t the critical point; the doctor’s unorthodox summoning behavior demonstrated he had everything under control, unconcerned about showcasing the negotiation process before the victim.

So for the columnist, it wasn’t a slow, purposeful plan but was always enmeshed in it from the start.

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