Sure enough, one lost track of the passage of time in the mountains? Time in the sanatorium really was a little off.
In the blink of an eye, a net aimed at some poor soul had already taken shape.
Fu Qian naturally felt no psychological burden over this. He merely pondered Selvis's claims about the Truth Notebook.
Judging by the stakes involved, Selvis had little reason to deceive him about this.
But if what he said was true, then the notebook's final entry should have been written by Lasik a year ago.
At first glance, there seemed to be nothing wrong with that. It really was on the latest page.
But one crucial point could not be forgotten: it had been far less than a year since he recovered the Abyss Notebook from Taylor.
The entries related to Jia Keke or Annalise came even later, yet they had somehow appeared before what Lasik wrote.
The very first thing Fu Qian had focused on when he opened it was almost precisely this sequence.
Now, after the attending physician's explanation, the situation had become even more inconceivable.
At present, there were roughly only two ways to explain it—
The first was that there was indeed something wrong with the Well of Time, and his earlier concerns had been correct.
Even without a columnist acting as an observer, the Well of Time still erupted from time to time within everyone here.
As a result, time passed especially quickly in this place compared to the outside world.
For example, perhaps many years had already passed here since those new entries had been written in the Abyss Notebook.
That was right—not merely the year Lasik had spent active here.
After all, according to Selvis, the notebook had already contained those entries when he acquired it.