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In 2035, in San Francisco, quantum physicist Arthur Crowder's wife was killed in a "perfect murder." There were no fingerprints, no witnesses—only half of a high-tech alloy button, clearly belonging to future technology. To uncover the truth, Arthur infiltrated his own creation, the "Novous Timefold Experiment," but a malfunction in the equipment threw him into parallel timelines. He gradually discovered that in each timeline, a different version of himself was enacting vengeance in various ways. All clues pointed to a more terrifying truth—the murderer was Raymond Stone, his mentor, who had "died" twenty years ago due to an experimental failure caused by Arthur himself. After crossing twelve timelines, Arthur was forced to choose between saving his wife and maintaining the stability of time itself. Ultimately, he uncovered an even darker conspiracy—the collective manipulation of human memories.

The Chrono's Redemption

The quantum clock at the San Francisco Federal Building displayed 00:00:00, and the second hand suddenly split into twelve reverse-rotating copies. Arthur stood on the edge of the rooftop, watching the funeral of physical laws unfolding on the street below — cars burned on vertical walls, raindrops spiraled upward like God's fingerprints, and a mother holding her baby began to evaporate on a molecular level.

"The cognitive filter has fully collapsed." The CR-2049 chip in his ear emitted an electronic wail. "Recommend immediate activation of the memory singularity protocol."

Arthur leaped toward the nearest quantum entanglement field, but was enveloped in a temporal bubble and fell into City Hall. Inside, an absurd end-of-the-world ball was taking place, with guests dancing to the rhythm of the "Blue Danube," their bodies phasing through each other in a Klein bottle-shaped dance floor. The mayor's head spun 720 degrees, revealing a Raymond tattoo on the back of his skull: "Welcome to the graduation ceremony of human civilization."

The Erin clones at the center of the dance floor suddenly froze in unison, their mechanical limbs pointing toward the dome mural. Arthur's quantum vision pierced through the oil paint, revealing the underlying layer of the mural — Raymond's handwritten equation: Δt=Δτ/(1+[K•sin(θ)]²) — this was the diffusion formula for jasmine scent in neural synapses.

As the clones ripped open their vocal cords, what poured out was not blood but CR-2049 metal locusts. They formed the human genome map in the air, with each base pair playing Shostakovich's "Leningrad Symphony." Arthur's retina suddenly burned with the horrifying truth: every DNA helix contained a miniature time machine, and humanity's evolutionary history was nothing more than Raymond's experimental log.

In the City Hall basement, Arthur found Erin's original body, frozen by the Amber Plan. Her pregnant belly displayed a star map, the umbilical cord connected to an old-fashioned film projector. The footage playing made his soul tremble: In 1905, Raymond was injecting CR-2049 essence into infant Einstein, and the patent office document in the background read "Relativity Prototype."

"The singularity is in childhood." Erin's original body's eyeballs suddenly popped out, transforming into two tin soldiers, "Go to the day you pressed the remote…"

The quantum storm tore through spacetime, and Arthur fell into the scene of his seventh birthday party. Little Arthur was grinning, holding the remote, and his mother on the sofa looked like Erin in her youth. When he snatched the remote, the entire house flipped, turning into the structure of Raymond's laboratory, and the candles on the birthday cake erupted into supernova-like brilliance.

"You are the true original demon." Raymond's voice came from the candles. "The number AC-0001 is not Erin, it's your mother, Mary Claude."

Arthur saw the ultimate archive in the blinding light: In 1905, Raymond injected the time machine prototype into Mary's uterus, and all "Arthurs" were spacetime tumors forced upon her. Erin was the only naturally born human in this infinite loop — and thus, she must be eradicated.

As the global quantum clocks synchronized to zero, Arthur jumped into the time singularity, holding Erin's frozen chamber. They fell through the void, witnessing twenty parallel Earths proliferating like cancer cells, with giant CR-2049 monoliths towering on each surface. Erin's final breath crystallized into ice, carving her true last words in absolute zero: "Forgive me for birthing the apocalypse."

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