Upon hearing Lin Xing's reply, Chu Qingxin was momentarily stunned before she couldn't help rubbing her temples, "Lin Xing, that's not what I meant…"
"No, no, no."
Lin Xing waved his hand and said, "You might not mean it, but you could have unintentionally poked a hole in historical truth, and you might not even realize it yourself."
He said with a face full of emotion, "I've finally figured it out, if I possess the superpower of time reversal, then perhaps there are other super beings in the world capable of time reversal, who have altered history. That's why history is different from my memory."
Lin Xing pondered and continued, "And this person who changed history is different from me, they've probably just altered an event from a hundred years ago, instead of going all the way back to the past like I did. Otherwise, history as it stands now would be completely unrecognizable compared to my memories, rather than just a little bit changed."
Chu Qingxin reminded, "But all of this is just your wild speculation, you have no evidence to prove it."
"I do, of course I have evidence," Lin Xing said. "That is, I've reversed time by a year, and I have already changed history."
"If I can do it, it doesn't rule out the possibility that others can too."
"So I do have evidence, it's just that this evidence can't be presented before you, so I understand your doubts."
For a moment, Chu Qingxin felt as if she was about to be persuaded by Lin Xing's logic, but in the next moment she quickly discarded such ludicrous thoughts.
She sighed with resignation, "If you keep going down this path, your condition might continue to worsen. Don't you want to go out and live a normal life again?"
Lin Xing nonchalantly replied, "What defines a 'normal life'? Is a life that exceeds your comprehension abnormal? One day you will understand that what I say is the truth."
After the conversation ended, watching Lin Xing leave, Chu Qingxin thought, "Perhaps only by figuring out why Lin Xing wants to deduce history, or where he got the possibility of such historical deduction, can we know why he has fallen into a fantasy from which he cannot extricate himself."
She deliberated for a moment, then picked up the phone beside her and asked, "I want to know more about Lin Xing."
A voice came through the phone, "Will this help with the treatment?"
"Of course," Chu Qingxin explained. "A person's experiences from childhood to adulthood shape their mental state. If we know more about Lin Xing's background, it would at least help me to identify the root cause of his illness."
"For instance, his experiences at school, relationships with classmates, teachers' evaluations, and especially his parents' situation…"
The person on the other end of the phone said, "I understand, I'll send you the information tomorrow. Your approach to historical deduction is good, but there's something I need to remind you of."
The voice continued, "Lin Xing is a severe psychiatric patient, and a lot of what he says is just his delusions. Please make sure you can distinguish this at all times. If you have any issues with your mental state, we'll have to ask you to leave."
After hanging up the phone, a flicker of confusion passed through Chu Qingxin's eyes, as she suddenly recalled a doctor who had been dismissed a few days ago.
That person had mentioned to her suspicions that the patients here possessed supernatural abilities, suspecting that there were human development research projects taking place here.
Chu Qingxin had initially thought the person was joking, but now she couldn't help but wonder, "Could it really be that a doctor has been misled by a patient?"
…
Elsewhere, after leaving the office, Lin Xing reflected, "Psychiatrists really do think outside the box. Every conversation with them opens up new lines of thought for me."
The plush cat on his chest couldn't help but speak up, "Lin Xing, do you really think someone could change history from a hundred years ago?"
Although Bai Yiyi had begun to gradually believe in Lin Xing's ability to reverse time, she still found it hard to imagine someone could change the history of a century ago.
Lin Xing, stroking his chin, said, "That's the only possibility I can think of right now. Until I come up with a new possibility, I've decided to take this as the truth for the time being."
After having dinner arranged by Lao Zhong, Lin Xing took the little girl to the activity room.
On the way, Lao Zhong said to Lin Xing, "Captain Wei is going to be away for a while, if you have any issues, just come directly to me."
Lin Xing asked curiously, "Leaving? Where did he go?"
Lao Zhong replied, "It's confidential. I don't even know. He also told me to give you a message, 'Try not to go opposite the door, it's too dangerous.'"
A moment later, inside the activity room.
Just like always, after taking his medicine, Jiang Hong lay askew on the hospital bed, watching the garden outside the window.
"Dad!"
A sudden shout disrupted the peace in his heart.
Turning his head to look at the little girl running over, Jiang Hong also seemed slightly excited, "Gua Gua? What are you doing here?"
The little girl pointed at Lin Xing and said, "This good person killed the Mountain God, saved me, and brought me here."
Jiang Hong exclaimed, "He killed the Mountain God?"
Lin Xing walked over and said, "How about it? I've fulfilled my promise to you. Now, what about the promise you made to me?"
Jiang Hong looked at Lin Xing as if pondering something, a trace of hesitation flashing in his eyes.
Suddenly he said, "I didn't expect you to actually bring Gua Gua here after going back."
It seemed as if he had made up his mind and he said, "Lean in close, I'll tell you."
Lin Xing leaned in to listen as Jiang Hong said, "I learned this Secret Technique when I was young. I've tried it many times but never succeeded. I thought it was useless, but who knew..."
Right then, Jiang Hong told Lin Xing everything he knew about how to open the door.
After listening, Lin Xing looked puzzled and said, "This Secret Technique sounds quite complicated. How did you learn it?"
Jiang Hong glanced at the little girl beside him and, after sighing, began to recount a family secret and his own experiences.
In his story, there was once a Daoist who came to Jiang Family Village to subdue demons and evil spirits.
Lin Xing felt a slight surprise and asked, "Was this Daoist by any chance called Daoist Bai Yun?"
Jiang Hong looked at Lin Xing, somewhat surprised, "How do you know?"
Lin Xing said, "I asked the village chief; he told me about Daoist Bai Yun."
Jiang Hong thought about it and realized it made sense since Lin Xing had killed the Mountain God, knowing Daoist Bai Yun was not unusual.
As Jiang Hong continued his story, the chain of events triggered by the death of Daoist Bai Yun gradually unfolded before Lin Xing.
After Daoist Bai Yun died, the entire village was searching for the 300 taels of silver.
Some villagers searched Daoist Bai Yun's body, some ransacked the house where he had stayed, and others tried to steal his luggage...
Jiang Hong's grandfather was among them; he had snatched a piece of Daoist Bai Yun's sleeve and found a letter sewn inside it.
Jiang Hong said, "My ancestors were scholars, but our family fell on hard times, and by my grandfather's generation, we could barely read. He was just literate enough to understand that secret letter."
"That letter was probably written by Daoist Bai Yun to an elder..."
Lin Xing listened carefully to the story being told, and more questions began to arise in his mind.