Xinhu had an enormous number of psychiatric patients, and even normal people occasionally developed minor brain disorders. This had driven the rapid advancement of neurology in Xinhu. On top of that, they genuinely dared to experiment on patients and had volunteers in droves. Almost every so often, another new neurological technique would be perfected.
"I've investigated all the top neurologists in Xinhu, especially those familiar with shared brain technology. They were my main targets for screening, but..." A trace of fear flashed in Xu Huan's eyes. "I don't think any of them are the killer. None of them has a motive. They have no grudge against me, so why would they specifically use shared brain technology to kill me?"
"Maybe it was a random killing?"
"How could a random killer murder me twice, once in the past and once in the future?" Xu Huan immediately retorted. "I can feel it. The killer's eyes are always on me. Even now, he's watching, ready to hunt me down again at any moment! He just seems to be wary of something, which is why he hasn't made his move."
Twisting his suit into a crumpled mess with both hands, Xu Huan took his speculation further. "I even suspect the killer has already realized I can travel through time. He knows he can't truly kill me right now, so he hasn't acted. When he comes looking for me again, that'll mean he's found a way to finish me off for good!"
Xue Se picked up his glass and took a sip of water. Just listening to Xu Huan's account felt like hearing about a clash between gods: on one side, a victim who could travel through time and couldn't be killed, no matter what; on the other, a terrifying killer who had concealed his