The old dean's face trembled. Now that the matter has come to this, he will definitely not conflict with a strange man. The other person does not seem to be for property. Could it be that someone invited him to warn him?
A smile appeared on his face, and his huge body sat on the round stool in front of the desk, about one meter away from the desk, with his hands in front of him.
"What do you call this gentleman?"
"They all call me Mr. Four."
Zhou Jinru leaned back on the chair and opened the desk drawer with his right hand. He saw a box of candy hidden inside. He picked it up casually, tore open the package and put it in his mouth. He said calmly: "I came here unexpectedly today because of two things. I'm a little confused. Please answer it for me, Mr. Dean."
"Please say."
"Okay, let me get straight to the point. Sixteen months ago, the Grand Knight of Casimir sent a medical team to Letania. Do you still remember it?"
"I am not responsible for the matter you are talking about, and I don't know the details, but generally speaking, it shouldn't be much different."
Zhou Jinru hummed and raised his chin: "The hospital must have kept files. Just make a call and have someone send the files over. Is there any problem?"
The old dean nodded, followed the strange man's request, and reached out to pick up the phone on the edge of the table.
"I want paper files."
He closed his eyes and listened to the phone conversation. There was no communication after that. About half an hour later, there was a knock on the office door.
"Come in."
A young male doctor wearing gold-rimmed glasses opened the door and walked in. At a glance, he saw Zhou Jinru sitting behind his desk with his eyes closed and concentrating, and the old dean who was as motionless as a primary school student. His expression suddenly changed, but He didn't dare to say anything. After putting down the materials, he left in a hurry, not daring to stay for even a moment.
The old dean glanced at the cover of the portfolio: "It's all here."
"Pour me a cup of tea, thank you."
Zhou Jinru opened his eyes, put down his legs, sat upright, reached for the file bag, broke the seal, took out all the documents from it, and placed them in front of him.
A cup of hot water was brought to him. The old dean thought about it and asked, "What are you doing with these?"
Zhou Jinru didn't answer the question: "Do you understand the spiritual origin stone technique?"
"This kind of special ability is extremely rare. It usually only appears in people with extraordinary talents in childhood, and it will most likely disappear during growth. As far as I know, it has only appeared in the Sakaz royal family."
"Let me ask you again, how powerful is the Origin Stone skill required to erase a person's memory?"
"It's hard to say that memories can be erased even without the use of Origin Stone skills, and the uncertainty brought by Origin Stone skills is even greater."
Zhou Jinru paused and said slowly: "What if the memories of hundreds of thousands of people are erased at the same time?"
"This is impossible! No one can do it!"
Yes, even as powerful as the defenders, it is impossible to do this.
Even the God on earth in heaven probably can't do it.
But this cannot explain the pollution in Kazdaele.
This is also the reason why Zhou Jinru is sitting here today. He found that there had been several similar times near Kazdale before this. Even if someone could really erase the memories of so many people, then Casimir, Letania Events that he and Ursus participated in together will never be completely wiped out.
Nearly two years ago, Zhou Jinru left Londinium and came to Casimir. On the way to Kazdaele, he discovered a very strange thing. Ursus's army group disappeared from the station, and Letania temporarily suspended The sailing routes of several mobile cities were followed, and on the eighth moon, Warren Mud even stopped in the wilderness, and the news released to the outside world was to prepare for the surprise attack of the Ursus Army.
At first, Zhou Jinru did not have any doubts. After all, frictions between Ursus and several surrounding countries occurred from time to time. It was not impossible for the group army to suddenly dispatch, and it was not impossible to play a big game. When passing by the wilderness transfer station, he heard that a large number of messengers were sending messages to Warren. Mud advanced, and there were many messengers of natural disasters among them. Later, when he arrived at Warren Mud, the moving city did stop, as if facing a powerful enemy.
Later, when she left Kazdaele with the great banshee Abigail, she said that the group army could not be mobilized at will and must be for certain reasons. It was not until Zhou Jinru went to the ice field that he learned that a group of evil spirits had appeared in the far north of the ice field, and even the integration movement All participated in the battle.
There are various signs that these things are not independent incidents and must be connected in some way. He always feels that there is a missing link.
Whenever you pass by, you will leave traces.
"In 1093, a 47-member medical support team left the Grand Knight Territory and headed for area No. 311 in Letania. I have an impression of this place. I walked there. The medical team stayed there for half a month. The following records Nothing at all."
Zhou Jinru raised his head and looked at the old dean: "Do you still have an impression?"
"No records mean there is nothing worth recording. What are you looking for?"
"No, regular medical institutions have people who are responsible for keeping records. They will sign and stamp the end to ensure authenticity and keep it as a voucher for future calls. Unfortunately, I once worked in a large medical institution. I have checked many files and have a good understanding of the rules and procedures, but look, the file in my hand only has a seal but no signature, why?"
The old dean took a closer look and saw that the signature was blank, with only dark red seal traces. Parts of the file were missing and incomplete, thus lacking authenticity.
"wait."
He had a feeling that the young man in front of him was investigating something very serious.
I only have a vague memory of the medical team dispatched sixteen months ago. I don’t even remember who led the team or which departments the personnel were drawn from.
An unspeakable fear took root in the heart of the old dean.
He quickly picked up the phone, dialed a number, whispered a few words, and then took the remaining files. After checking them one by one, he found that no valuable traces were left.
But this medical team is real. What about the doctors on the team?
Not long after, there was a knock on the office door again.
"Come in."
The same young doctor from before.
He stood beside the old dean and said respectfully: "Teacher, what's wrong with you?"
"Bring over two years of personnel records, do it yourself, and then send them over. The documents must be in your hand."
The young doctor looked at the old dean in astonishment, not understanding why he had to do this, but he still carried it out seriously.
Once again there were only two people left in the office.
"Checking personnel is the easiest way. It is clear at a glance which people are at work and who are absent. Since there is this medical team, during the period when they leave the Grand Knight Leader, the positions will inevitably be missing and they will be replaced by others. Even if …”
The old dean pointed to his brain: "Even if I don't remember it at all, the traces they left will still exist."
