At night.

When Baker got home, he asked Erin directly where he had kept his parents' belongings, and then walked straight into the warehouse in the basement.

The basement was not large, about eighty square meters, and the square corners were filled with countless memories of the three Baker siblings' childhood.

Baker rummaged through and found some relics and photo albums that he had collected after his parents died.

Not much.

Baker also pulled his things out by the way, intending to rearrange his memory timeline.

Something went wrong.

Baker's pride in this life is not some collection of self-gems, nor is it some alliance cheat.

There is a bad saying that these two are foreign objects, and it seems that Baker has sovereignty over these two things, but in fact he only has the right to use them.

Memory.

The memory of the electronic library mode, the memory of the unforgettable, the super memory ability of the so-called humanoid camera and the ability to automatically upload it to the cloud every 24 hours for filing are the foundation of Baker's survival in this life.

But for now?

This fundamental has been shaken?

It's simply ......

"Knock knock!"

Barbara appeared at the basement doorway, bent over Baker, who was sitting cross-legged on the floor and rummaging through things, and said, "Can I come in?" ”

Baker said without looking back, "You've come in." ”

Barbara smiled.

Go down the stairs.

Approach.

Barbara looked at Baker, who was like a machine at the moment, flipping through two pages of notepad in a second, and blinked: "What are you doing?" ”

"Reorganize the memory timeline."

"Why?"

"Because ......"

Baker's movements of his hands paused slightly, looked up at Barbara, who was also sitting next to him, and said expressionlessly: "Because I remember that Serra is really my daughter, and I was willing that day." ”

Barbara was slightly stunned and then smiled: "Isn't that great?" ”

"It's not good!"

"Why?"

"Because I just remember, not remember."

“……”

Remembering, just remembering simply, is like reading a book, you read the contents with a blank face, like an outsider, a third person.

Remembering that there are stronger emotions than remembering, reading the same book, you can substitute your emotions into it, and you will follow yourself in it boring, happy, sad......

Baker didn't bother to explain the difference between the two to Barbara, silently looking at the mountain of childhood memories in front of him, one by one, from the moment he opened his eyes to see the world, and re-established a memory database to store the timeline he was now repurposing.

Barbara wasn't talking anymore.

After a while.

Barbara was next to Baker picking up items that Baker had used up and discarded, and found a photograph that looked a little older.

Seven people in the photo.

Male, but everyone has a note below.

Uriel, Raphael, Raguil, Michael, Charlier, Gabriel, Remelech......

"Huh?"

Barbara frowned and said, "Is this the name of the Seven Archangels?" ”

Baker looked up at Barbara, who spoke, "What?" ”

Barbara shook the photo in her hand and said, "The names of the seven people here are so strange, just use the names of the seven archangels?" ”

Baker smiled, "Do you know what our neighborhood is called here?" ”

Barbara said, "Holy City! ”

Baker shrugged, "I think you should have the answer in mind." ”

Holy City.

A city blessed by angels.

Baker took the picture from Barbara's hand, pointed to the second person and said, "This is my great-grandfather, Raphael!" ”

Barbara said, "The archangel who guards the souls of men? ”

Baker laughed, "The Book of Enoch is considered a pseudo-canon, have you read it?" ”

There are seven archangels in the book of Enoch who are in charge of different fields.

Uriel, the archangel who leads the celestial stars and guards the underworld.

Raphael, the archangel who guards the souls of mankind.

Raguil, the archangel of God's Avenger.

Michael, the archangel of Israel's patron saint.

Shaliye, the archangel of the Avenger of the Soul.

Gabriel, the Seraph in Heaven and the Archangel of Wisdom.

Remiller, the archangel who guards the souls of the underworld.

Barbara smiled, "I've seen it when I'm bored." ”

Baker smiled, when he was bored, he watched these gods chatter, but he was still scared when he saw an evil spirit?

Baker thought about it and then said, "When there was no such place in Chicago, my great-grandfather Raphael and his six brothers settled here, and now you know why this is called the Holy City. ”

The devil knows how my great-grandfather mixed up back then.

Obviously, the mountain left behind belonged to the Morton family, but as a result, at the age of sixteen, Baker would worry about the mortgage and car loan.

It's a little too magical.

Barbara frowned, her eyes lit up, "So, Josie Michael?" ”

Baker snorted.

Barbara frowned and said, "Isn't this incest?" ”

Baker almost broke up: "The seven of them are just sworn brothers." ”

This woman......

Thinking is really different from ordinary people.

Barbara suddenly thought of one more thing: "No, since your great-grandfather is called Raphael, how could it be changed to Morton?" ”

"Who knows, anyway, when I was young, my name was Baker Raphael Morton, and after I went out, I felt that this middle name was too big, and I was afraid that I couldn't control it, so I went directly to a friend from the FBI to remove the middle name record."

Beck had just come to New York at the time, and he was a newcomer, if people knew his middle name, how could he make money quietly?

said.

Baker waved his hand at Barbara: "Go aside, don't bother me." ”

It's time to rest.

It's time to reorganize his memory bank.

Barbara once again said abruptly: "Then where is your great-grandfather and your grandfather buried?" ”

Baker took a deep breath, put down his elementary school diary, and looked at Barbara with a blank face: "What do you say?" ”

Barbara frowned: "Holy City Cemetery? ”

Baker nodded.

Otherwise, where is it buried, on the mountain outside, it's a big family, and it can't even afford a cemetery, isn't it too embarrassing.

Barbara's brow furrowed when she heard this.

Baker glanced at him, "What's wrong?" ”

Barbara looked back at Baker, "Are you sure you didn't bury it anywhere else?" ”

Baker said, "What exactly are you trying to express? ”

Barbara said in a deep voice: "Because the tombs of your grandfather and your great-grandfather and your great-grandfather are all empty, and there are also such cases in the next few rows of tombs, fake tombs." ”

Baker: "...... WTF？？？ ”