After another five minutes, the pale-faced Eric looked like he had just run a marathon of the century, and finally got up with difficulty. Instead of looking for a way out or rushing for help, he shook his fluttering body as if he was looking for something. He opened the drawer of a cabinet, took out a piece of stationery and an envelope, and lay down on the box, scribbling a few lines with trembling hands. Finally, the moment he stuffed the letter into the envelope, Eric seemed to have exhausted all his energy, his body slumped like a puddle of mud, and his hands slipped limply off the edge of the box, locking the letter in the delicate suitcase that had been used to store the code book of the Jewish Book of Abraham.

Mrs. Hudson pressed another button, and the scene froze to the moment when Eric passed out again. She looked at everyone, including Eric himself, still stunned by the image.

"I know you're full of questions right now, but just like ancient Rome wasn't built in a day, we need to solve them one by one, so let's start with the main character of this video, Detective Eric. Mrs. Hudson tried to pull the crowd back from the shock to reality, "In psychology, there is a memory effect called the flashing light, because man is naturally an animal who is good at remembering pain, and his ability to remember pain and frustration is far greater than that of pleasure." ”

Eric smiled wryly and said, "It seems that this effect has no effect on me, and I have actually overturned a law of psychology." ”

"Could someone have done deep hypnotizing of Eric. Inspired by Mrs. Hudson's psychology, Caitlin came up with a hypothesis. In her early years, she had seen the incredible power of deep hypnosis.

"A good hypothesis!" Mrs. Hudson asked Eric instead, "could you please give us a brief account of what happened to you and Leonardo two years ago?" At Mrs. Hudson's request, Eric once again repeated what happened to him and Leonardo 2 years ago, from the time he found out that Leonardo was under the surveillance of the State E Intelligence 6, to helping him escape from the surveillance and escape from the pursuit of the Smiling Legion and the French External Security Agency, to the three-way scuffle at the Notre Dame Cathedral, and finally Leonardo returned to the Country E 6 after sending a letter in the church, and he also got on the plane back to Country K. All the plots are done in one go, without any loopholes.

"Is there anything wrong with this memory?" asked Mrs. Hudson. Chiko and Caitlyn shook their heads at the same time, although they had heard this non-existent memory for the second time, but if it wasn't for seeing the image with their own eyes, they couldn't determine the authenticity of Eric's misplaced memory.

"That's the key. Deep hypnosis can indeed change some memories, but the depth and scope of the changes are very limited, and it cannot be as logical as it is, so memories that have been deeply hypnotized are often full of loopholes, and Eric's memory has no loopholes in logic and plot connection. Mrs. Hudson rejected Caitlin's hypothesis.

At this time, Leonardo had already thought of an impossible possibility. The possibility frightened him. He closed his lips tightly and struggled to find explanations that could wipe out this possibility, neurology, pharmacology, and even God. At this moment, he suddenly felt a gentle gaze shining on his face. He turned back and saw that Mrs. Hudson was looking at him with a seductive gaze, as if to persuade him, "Speak up." ”

Damn!, Leonardo cursed secretly. He knew that Mrs. Hudson had been very kind to him, and if this was in the Parliament of Country E, she was still the Speaker of the House of Lords, and he did not know what kind of cruel psychological pressure this woman would bear.

"Dora's reagent. Leonardo compromised in an instant. Or to be precise, he "disarmed and surrendered" to Mrs. Hudson in another way.

"There is only one reasonable explanation. As you can just see, this damn detective has been shot. Leonardo surprised Chiko and Caitlin to defend Eric.

"What? You're saying I've been injected with Dora. The red potion you developed to make * spit out the truth?" Erik touched the neck of the needle in the image.

"Shut your mouth shit! mongrel! My work was used to free trillions of people from mental suffering, and it was the damn intelligence agencies who stole my work and wasted the half-finished products of Dora's reagent on ignorant extremists. Leonardo said indignantly.

"You mean, Eric's injection is a finished product of Dora's reagent," Caitlyn remembered that Eric had said in the cafeteria near the university that the interrogation agents used by intelligence agencies in various countries were all half-finished Dora reagents.

"Of course, the interrogation agent and spitting water you developed based on the semi-finished products of the Dora reagent can only confuse the nerve center and cerebral cortex, and the mirror stimuli formed are also derived from the original memories of the prisoner being interrogated, and have very strong side effects. The finished product of Dora's reagent is recombinant memory. Leonardo unveiled the innermost layer of Dora's reagent.

"Reorganize your memories? Are you kidding?" Chiko blurted out.

"Science is no joke! Memory formation is similar to the principle of nerve stimulation, it must be due to the production of a certain stimulus, and the cerebral cortex and nerve centers need to interpret the stimulus and respond to it, and then mobilize your memory. The truly completed Dora reagent can invade the hippocampus of the brain. This is the transition area that makes the memory concrete. Leonardo doesn't seem to have any scruples about the feelings of a group of laymen.

"Maybe you should put it simply. Mrs. Hudson reminded.

"Well, damn layman, scientific idiot!" Leonardo cursed, "Dora's reagent is to break down all the memories that pass through the hippocampus, like crumbling whole loaves of bread into crumbs for pigeons." But the cerebral cortex can only digest whole pieces of bread and cannot do anything about these crumbs. At this time, in order to find a reasonable explanation for these crumbs, the human subconscious comes into view, it is like a black-hearted baker, collecting the crumbs that have been crumbled, adding some flour composed of past memories, dreams and imaginations, stirring, stirring, and re-baking a whole piece of bread. ”

"What you mean is that the human subconscious is like those conspiracy theorists who have nothing to do and like to piece together some unexplained events into a century-old conspiracy. Eric makes simpler analogies, which often make Chiko wonder if he is better suited to be a writer.