She and the organization she represented had influenced the matter, but the impact was that the impact could not be changed and did not have to be changed, and he always had to make a decision on the matter.

None of those three things are indispensable, this is the human mind, and it is easy to see those things that do not float on the surface of the water to exert an impact.

But these things are no less useful for decision-making and action than those that are dragged by self-righteous reason.

Mussel Lingmei got off the bus near Beichun Road, and when she got out of the car, Foley saw her thin figure walking into the cloudless city of Los Angeles during the day, and her love rose up.

Maybe have lunch together. Representative Foley doesn't ask.

He turned the car around, not knowing where to go. Of course, he should go back to the office and take care of some of the day-to-day work that he only needs to do in a coffee shop.

Effia, Foley thinks of her as if she were worthy of recognition at this moment. And a few days ago, he felt sorry for Shamer for doing so. Even if it's just missing.

Unfortunately, the loyal feelings do not seem to be attached to Forlì. Not only does he have to admit that his impression of Asselstom Lingmei has changed greatly, but he also has to admit that he misses Ephia, which Asselschu Lingmei cannot replace for the time being, no, never.

That's the man, he laughs at himself. He wanted to go to school, to find Ephia, he had lots and lots to tell her, and he wanted to ask her some questions. Representative Foley always thinks she must have a lot of questions for Ephia, and she has to answer them in person.

However, those questions hid in the cracks of memory, hidden, and could not be found.

Two blocks from the school, he pulled up his car, walked into a coffee shop, asked for a coffee and lunch roll, and sat down in a corner.

When the data machine was opened, it was full of all kinds of information from the past few days, and Representative quickly sorted them through until he saw the address of Belus, as if he had seen a ghost, a cold finger ran over his shoulder, he subconsciously shook his upper body, and looked out the window on his right. Make sure no one is looking at you.

Representative Foley slowly calms down, which takes a while, and he stares at the data machine in a daze, unwilling to open Berus's address.

The address is encrypted. "Damn," he cursed. Soon, he believed that he would be able to unravel the encryption, and since Belus had sent it to himself, there was only one way to set the password - to prevent it from being seen by others.

Since it's just to prevent it from being seen by others, this password won't be too complicated.

But what is it? The aftermath of the encounter with Berus quickly played out in Forlì's mind, and soon some numbers were put to rest in front of him, March 21, March 20, yes, these were the only possible numbers. He tried 321320 first and then reversed them. Still not right.

Representative Foley searches his memories again, and eventually he determines that no other numbers have ever appeared in their communication. He tried to guess another possibility, EU320. The address is open.

Foley's palms are oozing with sweat.

Swipe your finger quickly, these things he had seen in Belus, but they were much more detailed than what he had seen before, it should be all the cases that Belus had collected over the years, and......

Hell, Belus spent three months analyzing these cases, the previous two months with nothing but obvious associations, and the recent weeks have been very different.

Before he could finish reading the analytical model, the cold finger behind Forlì's back grew colder, as if it were digging into his skin and muscles. All the way into the veins.

He was terrified, and his intuition told him that Belus's death must have something to do with these things, but he might not be able to find the answer, and Belus's sources did not clearly indicate it.

What the hell is going on, Belus died, and the medical examiner determined that it was suicide.

At the scene, what he saw that day, Foley found that he was like a lost animal who did not know where the exit of the forest was.

He swallowed hard a sip of coffee, the bitterness spreading in his throat, which made him uncomfortable, but helped him to focus, to be sure to remember, to start with the nearest place, to open the lock of memory.

Foley, take your time, you'll definitely be able to remember.

He almost closed his eyes, but found something he didn't notice when he was open, something around him looking at him. It doesn't have to be a human being. This phrase comes to mind.

This is what Belus said, not necessarily a person, it could be something.

He felt eerie, as if he was in an alien world.

Foley, I don't know what I'm looking for, are you hungry or not, I'm going to cook you cream noodles.

Sparkling water, do you want it or not.

Maybe because of boredom, you know I can't be a doctor anymore, of course I can do something else, but I don't know why I slowly collected these cases.

What am I trying to prove?

A message written by Belus appeared on the screen.

"Foley, my classmate, I never thought this would get to where it is today.

I can say that nothing happens, just because it's boring, because I want to prove that I can, or that someone else can't. Who knows, maybe I don't want to admit that it has always been obvious like a big white cloud in the blue sky, but unfortunately it is as conspicuous as the white clouds but not as white and noble as it. ”

"Lately, I've thought about seeing these things as hallucinations, a symptom of psychosis, and it's normal for people who have experienced me to have some psychotic symptoms, but unfortunately, I don't believe I did.

Don't ask me how I can tell if I'm not mentally ill, if you're still friends with us, please don't ask me that question, I'm not a psychiatrist, mainly because I don't know, I just understand that I'm not hallucinating, everything is real. It's not so much what I feel, it's what I know. ”

"There's good news, maybe it's bad news, depending on how you understand it, Leonard's wife called me back, her voice was a little strange, how to say it, I can't tell if it's her, let's just think it's her, otherwise who else, she said of course Leonard is dead.

But I don't believe she's telling the truth, or that, I don't feel like she's lying, but I seem to know that she's lying, and behind the lie is the truth, part of the truth, Leonard is still alive, in some form I don't know. ”

"Maybe it will feel more and more nonsense, and I have this concern, but Leonard's wife is not in good shape, and I went to her doctor, who was diagnosed with depression, sometimes in a high mood, in a happy mood, sometimes in a state of confinement, and nowhere but the doctor.

I asked the doctor if he had ever seen her husband, and he said that he was only in the restaurant on the first floor every time he came to the doctor for treatment. What is the answer, and shouldn't there be a simple answer to this kind of question? Seen or not. ”

"I'm tired these days, I wanted to go to you, but there are some questions I think would be better for me to figure out, but unfortunately I can only do it here.

Remember when I said something was looking at my house? Just before going to bed last night, I thought they had come out of the grass across the street and should now be in the yard in front of my door. ”