Gu Jianlin noticed the peculiar expressions of the three people opposite him and explained, "We're trying to synchronize. Take a seat."

Tang Ling simply nodded, counting it as a greeting to the others.

"Oh dear, that's a bit embarrassing."

Cheng Youyu, thick-skinned as ever, immediately pulled his two companions down to sit and prepared to observe the situation.

"Synchronization? What's happening?"

Gu Jianlin thought for a moment and briefly summarized the situation.

Unexpectedly, Fatty waved his hand right after hearing him, "Ah, I don't think it's such a big deal. Though I'm not Omega, the rescue operation doesn't involve me, but setting the tone is my specialty. I'm practically the king of the forums. Relax, I'll go post tonight, and I guarantee no one will dare take on Judgement Court's task."

"In that regard, Fatty can be trusted. He has a way of making black seem white."

Zhang Cheng teased, "Even if the Divination Squad determines it's low-risk, it won't help."

Nie Xiangsi commented, "He has over six hundred sock puppet accounts."

Gu Jianlin was a bit stunned. He began to suspect that the infamous nickname "Chair Killing Maniac" was actually made up by Fatty.

But he had no evidence.

"Let's begin."

Tang Ling extended her delicate right hand towards him.

For some reason, it evoked the elegant and dignified grace of a queen extending her hand for a hand-kissing ceremony.

Gu Jianlin reached out and interlocked his fingers with hers once again.

"If you don't want me to see your memories, you can focus your thoughts on something else."

Tang Ling spoke in a calm tone.

Gu Jianlin murmured in response.

In that instant, their spiritualities began to exchange.

Gu Jianlin distinctly felt his own mental fluctuations stir, as an unfamiliar memory surged into his mind like a sea tide—a cascade of fragmented images flashing away in the deepest recesses of his consciousness.

The desolate abyss submerged beneath the ocean, fractured ridges, flowing molten lava.

The sky was filled with undulating seawater.

A decaying colossal ancient tree, with countless bronze Ancient Coffins hanging from its branches.

A thunderous rumble echoed as the coffin lids fell off; pale corpses opened their eyes. Their bodies were wrapped in Mummy Cloth, seemingly fused with their skin, covered in unsightly wrinkles.

Their blood-red eyes opened, their faces distorted into eerie smiles as they landed on the ground.

Crawling on all fours, these living corpses moved in grotesque, contorted postures, yet their speed was astonishing.

Gu Jianlin seemed to transform into a white-haired girl, reversing her grip to stab the Extreme Thunder Great Sword into the ground. With all her strength, she rotated the sword blade, releasing an explosion of crisscrossing Sword Qi!

"Run! We can't stay here any longer!"

The nano warriors roared—a group of over twenty burly soldiers clad in steel armor retreating swiftly with support.

They were carrying a pitch-black stone coffin, which trembled violently.

At the same time, distant explosions sounded, hinting at fierce combat raging in the distance.

Just then, an eerie red mist spread, swallowing everything.

Silence engulfed them; the entire world was stripped of sound.

Red mist, like blood, blanketed everything.

However, amidst the red mist, Gu Jianlin faintly sensed something flash by.

When the crimson mist dispersed, everything had vanished, leaving only faint traces on the ground.

The memory abruptly broke off!

The interlocked hands separated at that moment.

"Phew... Phew..."

Gu Jianlin exhaled deeply. Although looking into someone else's memories felt like watching a movie.

The oppressive immersion was uncannily vivid.

It could easily affect one's emotions.

"Are you alright?"

Tang Ling didn't ask about the outcome but first handed him a cup of cola, her gaze toward him tinged with peculiarity.

It was a straightforward gesture of concern, but the three other individuals appeared visibly shocked.

Cheng Youyu and Zhang Cheng exchanged glances, their expressions tinged with gossip.

Especially Nie Xiangsi, whose delicate sensitivity as a girl led her to widen her eyes in surprise.

Gu Jianlin took a few seconds to steady his emotions.

He shook his head and casually asked, "What did you see in that blood mist?"

Tang Ling replied calmly, "Nothing at all, just a vague sense of something being there. Whatever it was, it made me uneasy. If you couldn't see it clearly, you could look again."

"No need, I've already noted every detail."

Gu Jianlin took a gulp of the cola and asserted, "It was a person."

These words startled Tang Ling: "A person?"

"Although I was peering into your memories, I was observing through your first-person perspective. I could perceive your feelings. It was that sensation of being watched—someone was observing you all along. Within that red mist, there must have been a person. That person looked at you in the fog before leaving."

Gu Jianlin paused briefly, adding, "But I noticed the tracks they left on the ground."

Tang Ling gazed deeply at him: "Can you profile that person with more specific information?"

"Profiling isn't as miraculous as you might think. At its core, it's about reasoning based on clues, often aided by strong intuition or a sixth sense. Like, for instance, the nano warrior passing by right now."

Gu Jianlin raised his hand, gesturing toward the group of soldiers jogging past outside the restaurant, and explained calmly, "The leader of the group—look at his muscular build, the sharp and efficient posture of his running, his facial structure, hair texture and volume. Then zoom in further: eye contact, wrinkles near the eyes, fingernail length, and so on."