I said in my heart that there is such a black technology as memory backup in the world view of the conjuring spirit? "Could you please tell me what era it is and where are we?" Ke Hui asked a key question.

"New York, 1970. Mrs. Warren replied. "Now please forgive us and husband and wife for going first, we need to rush back and seal this thing as soon as possible. Mr. Warren carried the glass box containing Annabelle, "Father Fez will take care of the rest." "Oh, thank you and you for saving your life. I laughed. "Yes, yes, they're all brothers and sisters who fought demons. Mr. Warren smiled heartily.

We walked out of the old house after the protagonist and his wife, and the dawn quietly crossed the horizon outside, and the newborn sun dispelled the chill in our bodies. "Leave it at that. "Mrs. Warren waved goodbye to us before getting in the car. "Hopefully we'll have a few drinks when we meet next time. Mr. Warren rolled down the window and added.

Not long after seeing off the Warrens, a black Volvo sedan stopped in front of the house, and an old man dressed in black with only a white neckline stepped out of the car. His beard was white, his hands trembling slightly, but he was still in good spirits. "Fez... Sir?" I asked tentatively. "Thanks to the Virgin Mary, both are still alive. Father Fez drew a cross on his chest, "Are you hurt? Get in the car and I'll take you to the hospital." ”

"That, Lao Fei. I don't know how Space translates my words, but the meaning is enough to say, "We may need to restore the memory backup." "Did that demon affect your memories?" Fez replied, "I tell you how you two don't feel like you two are the same. No problem, I'll arrange it. Let's go to the hospital first to treat your wounds. ”

We need to stay in the hospital for a few days, mainly because Kehui needs stitches. My right hand was just as I expected, and the doctor said that it would not be cured, and he put on a plaster cast to see how well he recovered. After dealing with it, my right hand still can't be used normally, but I don't think there will be much fighting in this trial, so it's not a big deal to scrap my hand.

Originally, I also spit out a slot, saying that the tech tree is a little crooked again. The black technology of memory backup is all there, and medicine is still so backward. It wasn't until after Kehui's surgery that we were lying in the ward with a small TV and projector that I knew that the so-called memory backup was to record a videotape of myself!

"My name is Su Ling. A handsome guy on TV said, "My lover Guihai Kehui and I are specially appointed exorcists by the New York Church, responsible for investigating all kinds of supernatural phenomena and exorcising those demons that roam the world. The two of us are going to deal with a powerful demon, Annabelle. We don't know how she came to New York, but what we do know is that she has captured the souls of eleven people in that neighborhood, and we can't sit idly by. ”

"The Warrens, who have been in charge of Annabelle, say she has the ability to tamper with human memories, so we recorded this footage so that we can use it to recover memories and leave a last word. Kehui, is there anything you want to say?" "What, let me speak in the last words." Ke Hui's face floated in front of the camera. "Don't leave a last word! We won't die!" In the picture, Ke Hui hugged Su Ling's neck, which made my heart itch, and Ke Hui himself on the hospital bed next to him burst out laughing.

"Alright, alright. Su Ling in the picture said softly, "Leave a memo." Our home is located at 15 17th Street, Watts Island, New York, the safe password is xxxxx, and the birthday is xxxx and xxxx ,..."

As I was listening, there was a knock on the door. "Please come in. "I was distracted and missed the location of the TV remote control at home. "Isn't this a model exorcist couple, why are they so embarrassed?" came a man and a woman, probably in their fifties. The man is a Caucasian who has entered a midlife crisis and has lost his hair, and the woman is a black aunt with two balloons stuffed in her chest and four balloons in her buttocks (Guihai Kehui: Su Ling, what are you paying attention to. ）

"May I ask who the two are—" The tone of the visitor was not pleasant, but I still had to be polite before I could figure out who they were. At this time, Su Lingzheng on TV said: "Also, we have another couple of exorcists in our New York church, named Adam Smith and Eve Smith. They're old, but they're two fools. Because the two of us surpassed them to become the chief exorcist in New York, they sour us everywhere, and we must be aware that they are not good birds. "Ha, don't even I remember?" the bald man put down the fruit basket in his hand and said with a dry smile, "I am... Adam Smith..."

"Oh," the corners of my mouth twitched twice, and the room was filled with an awkward atmosphere.

"Poof..."Ke Hui felt that it was inappropriate to laugh on such an occasion, so he shrank into the quilt and laughed wildly, thinking that he could avoid embarrassment. "Is there anything wrong with you two? "I gave the eviction order. Of course I have to believe my own words, and since they are not good birds, there is no need to be polite.

"Honey, let's go. Aunt Black said viciously, "Little Cub doesn't welcome us, why are you staying here?" "Hmph," Adam said angrily, "I hope the next time I see you two is at the memorial service!" The two of them turned around neatly and left, but it wasn't long before Adam turned back again.

"What's the matter, it's a memorial service?" I scoffed. Adam ignored me, presumably discovering in the long struggle that bickering could not overcome me. He lifted the fruit basket he had just put down, and this time he left without looking back.

"You guys, let the younger ones let the older ones go!" Fez, smirking helplessly. "Ha, you're an older generation than the two of them. I retorted, "Do you think they come in and go out with a reason?" Fez smiled wryly and shook his head.

A week later, we returned to our home, a separate compound on the border between the city and the seafront. The area is very large and the decoration is luxurious, it seems that the Su Ling couple in this world can be regarded as a petty bourgeoisie. From the previous video, we learned that we also raised a moral pastor, and as soon as we entered the yard, it threw itself into Kehui's arms and spread joy.

"Sir, ma'am, you are back. A fat aunt in an apron opened the door and showed her head, "Lunch is ready." "Okay, hard work. I nodded, "Dear... Kehui, you go eat first, I'll go to the basement. ”

As exorcists in New York, we also have a lot of evil gadgets sealed in our homes. However, compared to the Warrens' ban on Annabelle, we are collectible, and even if we get out of control, we can't play with anyone. But I'm still going to check it out to make sure everything is in order. Who wants to fall asleep at night and suddenly something whispers in his ear: "I want your soul." ”

After walking around to make sure everything was in order, I went back to my room, but Hui didn't eat first, and was sitting at the table waiting for me. "What's next?" she asked. "Let's rest first. I tore off a chicken leg and chewed, "There's no hurry." ”

"Do you have a score in your heart for this trial?" asked Ke Hui, stirring the vegetable salad. "I have some ideas, but it's not the time to say it, just trust me. I winked at her.

It seems that the plot of memory backup can explain a lot of problems, but it can't hide the essence. If I didn't have an introduction to the Conjuring Trials at the beginning of the trial, that's fine, maybe Annabelle erased my memories of this part. But what I have is the memory of the introduction of the half-pulled three-body trial, and no matter how vast Annabelle's magical powers are, she can't know a book decades later. Or maybe I went through a three-body trial before this trial, which was the second one, and then Annabelle was so strong that she erased all my memories of the previous trial. Logically speaking, it doesn't make sense, she has to have this ability to directly erase all my memories after the age of seven, the soul of a child is easy to deceive.

In short, there is a deeper layer in this trial, and with Guo Jia's no, I already have some vague guesses, waiting to be confirmed.