As usual, Chen Jingan connected the sensors of the "Dream Weaver" and prepared to guide Lin Mo into a state of relaxation. However, when his consciousness touched the surface of Lin Mo's memory through the device, a huge, unusually cold resistance bounced him away. This never happened.
"Mr. Lin, please relax, resistance will fail." Chen Jingan maintained a professional tone.
Lin Mo closed his eyes, but there was an imperceptible curve in the corner of his mouth: "Mr. Chen, I didn't resist. It was 'they' who were protecting me."
"Them?" Chen Jing'an became wary.
Try again. This time, Chen Jing'an concentrated all his mental power and pierced Lin Mo's consciousness like a sharp knife. The sight in front of him took his breath away - it was not a normal person's chaotic and emotional memory stream, but a huge, sophisticated structure like a supercomputer database. The memories are divided into categories and the indexes are clear, but the key parts are sealed by a cold "lock" that shines with code.
