"Mr. Pierce?" Sean spread his spiritual tentacles vigilantly. He felt a twinge of pain, as if he was constantly being shocked by static electricity.
After the tingling feeling subsided, Pierce "thawed out" and started moving again: "Where did I just say?" He turned to face Sean: "What are you looking for me for?"
Pierce took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, looking tired.
Sean thought things were weird, but he still took the photo and said, "You just said that you had met Aaliyah and this man, and you also said that you remembered this man's name."
Pierce looked at the photo that Sean pointed at, his eyes a little distracted: "Who have you seen? Who is this?"
Sean looked in disbelief and clicked on Aaliyah's photo: "This girl, you just said you saw her at Bill's banquet last week!"
Sean doesn't believe Peel has Alzheimer's or amnesia, he still looks like he's forty!
Pierce looked at Aaliyah's photo with confusion on his face: "Did I say that? But..." He moved closer to take a closer look, "But I have never seen her!"
Sean swallowed. He knew Pierce wasn't lying, he was telling the truth. Because if he wants to hide something, he can just insist that he has never seen it from the beginning, and there is no need to talk confusingly.
Moreover, he couldn't act out the completely still state just now. Sean's soul also clearly felt a strange force disturbing this place.
Sean understood that Pierce was telling the truth when he said he had seen Aaliyah before; now he was also telling the truth when he said he had not seen her.
Pierce didn't lie, he told the "truth" in his heart.
Something had tampered with his memory.
Mr. Owl's words came again: "...these unreasonable things are errors that rarely occur.
"And these errors may be quietly corrected..."
There is some powerful being that can directly tamper with marginal memories, and is erasing the proof of Aaliyah's existence.
The dark living room, Pierce with a confused look on his face, the invisible and strange power...
"If, if that existence exists, it is powerful enough to make a person disappear from other people's memories...
"If he does reach this point... then I, who is looking for Aaliyah, will be a huge variable that must be eliminated."
As if danger was lurking in the darkness, Sean couldn't help but breathe quickly, and the scene in front of him became strangely vivid; he let his ectoplasmic tentacles look around in case something was going to harm him.
Sean grabbed the photo, put one hand into his coat, and held the sacred dagger tightly, like a frightened beast, and escaped from the photo studio vigilantly...
——
Sean returned to his room, and he had calmed down at this moment.
He locked the door and tried to think carefully about everything that was happening in meditation.
"Obviously, Aaliyah was definitely at Bill's party, with that man.
"Maybe it was because I guided Pierce to recall, but he recalled the man's name, and then the memory was tampered with...
"In other words, this may be a special spiritual spell, and the condition for unlocking this hidden spell is to actively recall the man's name.
Sean picked up the photo at hand and stared at the tall and thin figure in a tuxedo that was a little blurry in the photo: "As long as we solve the mystery of this man's identity, we can know where Aaliyah is."
Sean thought again of the female corpse he found in the fire factory: "If Aaliyah is controlled by that man now, then that body is definitely not Aaliyah..."
"Induced me into the spirit world, used fake corpses to deceive at the expense of innocent people, and tampered with the memories of people around me..."
"Who is it, what organization is it, and why do they need Aaliyah so much? To the point of doing this?
Sean had previously suspected that a human trafficking group had kidnapped Aaliyah. But looking at it now, this organization will never go to this extent for a piece of "goods".
Sean even felt the other party's firm determination to take Aaliya away.
He couldn't help but clenched his fists, thus breaking his meditative state.
Ding dong! The doorbell of the room rang. Sean stood up and saw through the peephole that little Leon was standing at the door nervously following a woman of Nandel Asian descent.
Sean opened the door, and little Leon introduced shyly: "Mr. Sean, this is my mother. She insists on coming to you..."
Leon's mother was wearing a faded floral dress and had deep wrinkles on her face. She looked like a hard-working woman who had worked too hard for life: "Mr. Sean, it's nice to meet you. I'm little Garcia's mother." , my name is Naya."
“Leon told me that he encountered a very difficult decision, and it was you who used stories to teach him to choose the path of integrity and kindness.
"If Leon can become a decent man one day, you played a very important role.
"As Leon's mother, I must come to thank you in person!" Naya hugged Sean deeply.
This made Sean's tight heartstrings relax a little: "No, Mrs. Garcia, I didn't do anything worth mentioning. If you want to say why Leon chose a more moral path, it is entirely because of your daily education. , and his pure soul - I just made him realize it faster."
A few words made Naya even more moved and her eyes turned red. She handed a bag of things she brought to Sean: "These are coffee beans produced in our hometown. They are of very good quality and cannot be bought outside!"
Sean, who loves coffee, opened the paper bag a little and smelled the strong aroma of baking. He couldn't help but feel intoxicated: "This is really wonderful!" He happily accepted the gift Naya brought.
"You come in and sit down, take Leon with you, and I'll make you coffee!" Sean said and let him into the room.
Naya waved her hand: "To tell you the truth, little Garcia and I are still at work and have to rush back now. If you are not busy, I would like to invite you to my house for a casual meal..."
Sean thought about the things on his hands: "It's a pity that I've been very busy recently. Let's do it this way. When I have time, I'll tell little Leon." As he spoke, Sean rubbed Leon's soft-haired head.
After saying a few more words, Naya left with little Leon.
After Sean closed the door, Naya Garcia stopped and looked back at Sean's door.
"What's wrong, mom?" Leon knew that his mother had some magical powers, and he couldn't help but be worried.
Naya, who was staring at the door, had an expression of extreme disgust on her originally friendly face, as if she had seen a devil.
——
Sean felt much better after getting a bag of wonderful coffee beans. He couldn't help but smell it again before carefully folding the paper bag and putting it in the cabinet.
"I can only put down the photo clue for now," Sean walked towards the desk. "Next, I have to test my memory..."
As soon as he pulled out his chair and was about to dive into the sea of books, Sean suddenly heard a "clang" sound coming from the floor-to-ceiling window with the curtains drawn.
"Seagulls?" Since it was close to the port, seagulls occasionally hit the window accidentally, but Sean didn't pay attention.
Bang! There was another sound, and the glass and frame shook.
"What's going on?" Sean raised his head and looked at the curtains.
Bang!
"There won't be so many crazy seagulls, right?"
Sean stood up, walked to the curtain, and opened the window.
He saw a long braid hanging upside down outside the window. Looking up along the braid, he saw an upside-down face with skin and flesh cut to pieces and no nose.
Bang! The face hit the glass again.
