The Modern Age of the Mysterious

"Mr. Pierce?" Sean spread out his psychic tentacles vigilantly. He felt a tingling, like a constant static electricity.

The tingling feeling subsided, Pierce "thawed" and moved 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 very tired.

Sean thought things were weird, but he still took the photo and said, "You just said that you met Aaliyah and this man, and you said you remember the man's name."

Pierce looked at the photo that Sean pointed to, his eyes were a little slack: "Who have you seen? Who is this?"

With a look of disbelief, Sean clicked on Aaliyah's photo: "This girl, you just said you met her at Bill's banquet last week!"

Sean doesn't believe Peel has Alzheimer's or amnesia, he looks only forty!

Pierce looked at the photo of Aaliyah with a puzzled face: "Did I say that? But..." He leaned closer to take a closer look, "But I haven't seen her!"

Sean swallowed. He knew Pierce wasn't lying, he was telling the truth. Because if he wanted to hide something, he just insisted from the beginning that he had never seen it before, and he didn't have to speak upside down.

Moreover, he couldn't act in the state of complete stillness just now. Sean's soul also clearly felt a strange force disturbing this place.

Sean understands that Pierce said he had seen Arya before, which was the truth; now he said that he had never seen it, which was also the truth.

Pierce didn't lie, what he said was the "fact" in his heart.

Something tampered with his memory.

Mr. Owl's words sounded again: "...These unreasonable things are errors that rarely occur.

"And these errors may be quietly corrected..."

There is a powerful existence that can directly tamper with the memory of the edge, which is obliterating the proof of Arya's existence.

The dim living room, Pierce with a confused face, an invisible strange power...

"If, if that exists, it is powerful enough to make a person disappear from the memory of others...

"If he has indeed achieved this level...then I, who are looking for Arya, are a huge variable that must be obliterated."

As if danger was lurking in the darkness, Sean couldn't help breathing quickly, and the scene in front of him became a little weird; he let the psychic tentacles probe around to prevent anything against him.

Sean snatched the photo, reached into his jacket with one hand, and held the sacred dagger tightly, like a frightened beast, and escaped from the studio vigilantly...

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Sean returned to his room, now he has calmed down.

He locked the door and tried to meditate on what was going on.

"Obviously, Aaliyah definitely showed up at Bill's banquet, and it was with that man.

"Maybe it was because I guided Pierce to recall that he went to recall the man's name, and then the memory was tampered with...

"That is to say, this may be a special spiritual spell, and the condition for opening 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, which was somewhat blurred in the photo: "As long as we solve the mystery of this man's identity, we will know where Arya is going."

Sean thought of the female corpse he found in the fire factory: "If Aaliyah is controlled by that man now, then that corpse is definitely not Aaliyah..."

"Causing me to fall into the spiritual realm, deceiving innocent people with fake corpses, and tampering with the memories of those around me..."

"Who is it, what organization, and why do they need Aaliyah so much? To do this?

Sean had suspected before that Aaliyah was kidnapped by a human trafficking group. But looking at it now, this organization will never do this for a "goods".

Sean even felt the firm determination of the other party to take away Arya.

He couldn't help clenching his fists, thus breaking the state of meditation.

Ding dong! The doorbell of the room rang. Sean got up and saw from the cat's eyes that little Leon was a little nervous and followed a woman of Nandel Asian descent standing at the door.

Sean opened the door, and little Leon introduced shyly, "Mr. Sean, this is my mother, she has to come to you..."

Sean's mother wore a washed and faded floral dress with deep wrinkles on her face, looking like a hardworking woman who worked too hard for her life: "Mr. Sean, it's nice to meet you, I'm little Garcia. Mom, my name is Naya."

"Lyon told me that he encountered a very difficult thing to choose, and it was you who taught him to choose the path of integrity and kindness with your stories.

"If Leon can become a decent man one day, then you have played a very important role.

"As Leon's mother, I must come to thank you in person!" Naya hugged Sean deeply.

This loosened Sean's tense heartstrings a little: "No, Mrs. Garcia, I haven't done anything worth mentioning. As for why Leon chose a more moral path, it's all because of your usual education. , and his pure soul - I just made him realize faster."

A few words made Naya even more moved and her eyes turned a little red. She handed the bag of things she brought to Sean: "This is the coffee beans from our hometown, the quality is very good, you can't buy them outside!"

Sean, who loves coffee very much, opened the paper bag a little and smelled a strong roasting aroma, and couldn't help being a little intoxicated: "This is really wonderful!" He happily accepted the gift that Naya brought.

"Come in and sit, bring Leon, and I'll make coffee for you!" Sean said and let him enter the room.

Naya waved: "To tell you the truth, little Garcia and I are still at work~www.wuxiaspot.com~ We have to rush back now. If you are not busy, I would like to invite you to have a light meal at home... "

Sean thought of the things he had at hand: "Unfortunately, I've been very busy recently. Well, when I have time, I'll tell little Lyon." As he spoke, Sean rubbed Leon's head with soft hair.

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 mom had a little bit of magical power, and he couldn't help but worry.

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.

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After getting a bag of wonderful coffee beans, Sean was in a much better mood. He couldn't help but smell it again, and then carefully folded the paper bag and put it in the cabinet.

"The clue of the photo can only be put down for the time being," Sean walked towards the desk, "I have to test my memory next..."

Just as he was about to pull out his chair and prepare to plunge into the sea of ​​books, Sean suddenly heard a banging sound from the floor-to-ceiling window with the curtains drawn.

"Seagulls?" Due to the proximity to the port, occasionally seagulls accidentally bumped into the window, but Sean didn't care.

Bang! Again, 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 down from the window, and looking up along the braid, he saw an upside-down, scratched face with no nose.

Bang! The face hit the glass again.