Lin Chuan frowned. The old professor was speaking far too strangely, leaving him completely baffled. The sense of ease he had felt because of his surroundings vanished in an instant, replaced by an uncomfortable unease.
"I..." Lin Chuan carefully chose his words, wanting to find an excuse to leave as soon as possible. He no longer expected the man before him to offer any help.
"You don't remember me, do you?" the old man asked with a soft chuckle when he saw Lin Chuan's expression.
"I'm sorry, but I really can't remember where I've seen you before!" Lin Chuan said awkwardly with a smile.
"That's perfectly normal, because everything here is fake!" the old man said seriously.
"Fake?" Lin Chuan froze.
"You're trapped in a memory illusion. Everything here is an illusion!" the old man continued. "Recently, you've felt as though you've forgotten something important. That's because you instinctively sensed that this isn't reality, but you haven't been able to escape from it!"
"I... don't really understand what you're saying..." Lin Chuan felt that everything had gone beyond his comprehension. Could he really have some sort of mental illness?
"The fact that you came here means you've already realized there's a problem. So come back with me. I can't help you much; I can only tell you the truth. Whether you can leave this place depends on you!" the old man said, gazing at Lin Chuan.
In the end, this was Lin Chuan's own memory. All he could do was tell Lin Chuan the truth. If he wanted to shatter the illusion and leave, only Lin Chuan himself could do it.
"I think... I need to calm down..." Lin Chuan did not sit down. He turned and rushed out of the office.
His roommate and his roommate's girlfriend had not