"He didn't lie, did he?"

The shadow confirmed to Hyde that he had been hiding in the shadow just now, using the ability of the Arrogant Ring to hint Henry Taylor, and always paying attention to the other party's mental fluctuations.

"It's all true."

"So, Henry does have a cousin named Norbold Williams?"

Ling stopped and asked,

"You have to go to the old house at [-] Smith Street to find out. The possibility of Henry's memory being modified by magic cannot be ruled out..."

As he spoke, the shadow recited a spell representing travel, and stretched out his right hand, drawing an illusory door of light in midair.

"You can already use the door?"

Hyde was a little surprised. Using this spell is not simply a matter of magic power. It requires precise calculations of space formulas and a fairly stable spirit. Even he or Ayla himself can't do this now. It's a matter of pure time. Accumulate problems.

Shadow nodded.

"It's just within a certain distance."

She entered the light gate first, and the other two passed through.

They appeared on Smith Street. The street lights were still on, but they looked a little dim.

Ling recalled that winter five years ago, it was here that she found Ella.

The boy who strangled Ella's neck was knocked out by her half of his teeth, and then they braved the wind and snow all the way to the "Old Man" bar on Yangjiao Street.The memory of the intertwined cold and warmth is still very clear.

Time flies so fast.

Where is Ella now?

Ling couldn't help sighing, she came back to her senses, she didn't seem to have noticed Henry's house last time.

In front of me is a somewhat dilapidated small building with an attic and a mini courtyard. The yard that was carefully taken care of a few years ago is already overgrown with weeds.

It has been vacant for five years, and Henry himself does not intend to continue living in this sad place, and at the same time, he does not want new residents to spoil his memories.

Pushing open the wooden door that was somewhat rotted due to damp, the room was full of musty smells. The original owner of the house did not take away too many things, and the furniture here remained as it was.

Shadow seemed to be very familiar with the environment here, she went straight through the living room and opened a certain room.

"Have you been here?"

"Including dreams, I've been here twice."

With that said, the shadow opened the wooden door, and the dust rolled up made it difficult to breathe.The bookshelves, bed boards, window sills and cabinets were all covered with a layer of dirty ash.In the shadows and corners of the room were large cobwebs.

The windows were open, the room was messy and showed signs of vandalism, it had obviously been visited by thieves more than once.

"found it!"

The other two were attracted by Ling's voice. She seemed to have found a drawer on the collapsed bookshelf, and took out a photo album with a tattered leather case.

The drawer has long been opened and rummaged through, but the photo album itself has little value to outsiders.

The edges of the black and white photo have been curled and damaged, and the content is fuzzy and yellow. This seems to be a photo album of Henry Taylor's youth before marriage.That's why he was left here.

"Look at this man."

After flipping through a few pages, Ling suddenly pointed to one of the photos.

It was a group photo of several young people. She blew away the dust and rested her finger on one of the young people.

Although it was very vague, it could be seen that the tall young man had light-colored soft long hair. Although the outline was rougher and more rigid, he could indeed see the similarity with Ella on his face.

As the three of them looked more carefully, they felt an uncontrollable dizziness at the same time, and when the dizziness dissipated, a corner of the photo was already vacant.

The man who should have been Norbird Williams had vanished.

The puppet picked up the photo and sniffed it lightly.

"It smells like magic. It doesn't feel like a magic that erases the photo image, but more like a very powerful confusion spell. There should be a blank space there, but [it] wants others to see a Norbold William." Mus."

"Maybe it's because of too much time or the material of the photo. In short, the magic has expired, and the current photo is what it should be."

Hyde thought the doll's statement was a bit strange.

"It's not really powerful, it just confuses the observer's vision under certain circumstances, and I can easily do that."

Shadow seems to have heard something very funny, shaking her body while holding her stomach and laughing. As a puppet, her stomach should not hurt. This exaggerated movement is just an emotional expression.

Ling froze for a second, as if he suddenly understood what the shadow meant, and his expression instantly became serious.

"You misunderstood what she meant. Shadow wanted to say that the object of this confusion spell is not us, but Henry and the other people in the photo!"

"what does that mean?"

Ling explained,

"There are two possibilities. The first is that the caster confused the memory of everyone at that time, and a redundant Norbert Williams was stuffed into their memory."

She paused and spoke again, her pupils narrowed and a hint of fear in her tone.

"The second is that the spell confuses everything at the time—"

She looked at Henry Taylor in the photo, the pudgy young man stretched out his left hand in the air, where it should have been someone's shoulder.

"A non-existent person lives with Henry and the others, those young people are talking to the air, having fun, and even taking pictures with it..."

Hyde felt creepy, and in the suffocating silence, only the eerie and somewhat crazy laughter of the puppet could be heard.

After a long time, Hyde's voice was hoarse, as if his voice didn't belong to him.

"What about Ella Williams, who fostered her at Henry Taylor's home."

The biggest problem arises, whether it is tampering with memory or confusing the five senses of the parties involved for many years, Norbird Williams himself does not exist, he should be a pseudonym used by someone who deposited money in the bank 100 years ago .

What about Ella, how did she suddenly appear at Henry's house?What is the daughter of someone who does not exist?

Shadow finally stopped laughing.It was sudden, without warning, and it came to an abrupt end, as if he had died.

Then, in a very pleasant voice, she teased,

"Who knows—maybe we're all confused, maybe?"

"Williams does she really...exist?"

Hyde was shaken, and his eyes began to cloud, as if a thin transparent thread had begun to sew his eyelids. This strong mental depression made him on the verge of losing control.

Snapped!

With a clear sound, Ling slapped Hyde's face heavily, and the place where he was slapped quickly became red and swollen, leaving a few eye-catching fingerprints!

He regained consciousness suddenly, and his eyes became clear again.

"Of course she exists. We have lived together for five years, bathing, eating, resting - doing everything together! Ella saved me, and I am still alive is the best proof of her existence!"

Ling said loudly, stepped forward and grabbed Hyde's collar.

Emphasized with an indisputable tone.

"Only this, I can be sure of!"

Chapter 14 Believe in Science

After returning to the contact point to rest overnight, the three dealt with the mysterious incident described in the mission at noon the next day.

The owner of a clothing store would always wake up in the middle of the night and see a black shadow floating in the air in the room or in the mirror.

Noon is the weakest time for the wandering undead. In order to prevent accidents, this is the safest way.

But in fact, it was just a sad guy who didn't realize his own death. He was very weak and was freed after simple guidance.

Hyde arranged a simple ceremony, using the spell on the sun side to purify the remaining unclean atmosphere in the air.

He pushed open the door, and the owner of the house, Mr. Bill, was walking back and forth outside the door in fear, while the liaison officer, Thompson, was sitting and resting at the coffee table beside him.

Nearly half an hour had passed since the three young constables entered the haunted room, during which time there was no movement in the room.

"What if the police were in my house and something happened..."

Bill muttered softly, and when he saw the three of them returned safely from the room, he was obviously relieved.

"Mr. Belusay Police Officer, have you dealt with it yet?"

Hyde, who was wearing a black police uniform, nodded, and Shadow and Ling, who were silent beside him, were also dressed in the same style.

Bill showed joy, and then asked a little mysteriously,

"Do ghosts really exist in this world?"

"Of course not! You gotta trust the science, man."

The other party patted his shoulder.

"But I did see the original owner in the mirror, exactly the same as her black and white photo in the cemetery!"

The police officer in front of him sighed and looked at himself up and down with an idiot's gaze,

"That's not a supernatural event. The air itself has a certain memory and the ability to record images. This is just a normal phenomenon that happens occasionally."

Bill was a little confused when he heard this, and it was difficult to accept this statement. After all, he had been tortured by this situation for nearly a week.

"Then why is it colder in the bedroom than outside?"

The officer sighed again.

"How long has it been since your room had no wind? And the lighting is not good, and there is even mold in the corner of the cabinet. You know, this kind of depressing and humid environment is easy to make people hallucinate. Now you walk in there Let’s take a look at the room and see if it’s much more comfortable?”

Bill walked into the room suspiciously, and it was easy to feel it. The bedroom was filled with the warmth of the sun and a unique fragrance, and his gloomy spirit also improved a lot.

This time, he no longer had any doubts. He thanked several professionals and secretly gave some tips to the gentleman who gave him answers when they left.

The four of them boarded a spacious carriage dedicated to the police.

Liaison Thompson asked curiously,

"Is this really a scientific phenomenon, as you said?"

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