The woman's name is Isabetta, who has been plagued by mental illness for many years, and the doctor has probed her brain with brain waves, and her brain is always in a state of extreme euphoria, even when she is sleeping.

Isabetta was tormented by this qiē to the point of madness, often doing abnormal behaviors, such as stripping naked and dancing on the rooftop, grabbing dirt from roadside flower beds and swallowing them on the main road, and she was later sent to a mental hospital.

Manstein conducted an extremely detailed and ongoing investigation of her, even using hypnotherapy and state-of-the-art brain memory detection devices, and concluded that Isabetta's memories of her husband and children were not fancies, but real memories stored in her cerebral cortex.

Manstein was so mad that no one knew anything about the Isabetta family, neither in the internal files of the Population Administration, nor the Marriage Registry, nor the police.

This is the biggest challenge posed by a logical detective, as any qiē regarding Isabetata is against logic.

He investigated Pluto's resident records management and found that resident records were being adjusted and revised every few years, and that many people who never existed would be removed, and according to the Population Administration, these people were likely to have forged identities by criminals.

At this point, it seems that the matter has become completely clueless again, and Manstein has reached a dead end.

Until one day, Manstein received an unsigned email on his desk at home, in the year 1967 of the starry calendar, and the date on the mail was 1980.

Su Qing climbed up the ladder, and occasionally some fishy water droplets would drip down the sewer, and the water droplets fell on his smooth cheeks, cold and cold.

"Head, even if the shipping date is 1980, is there really someone who will send mail to you more than ten years ago from next year? It's more likely to be someone's prank, and the technology of time travel is still only in the fantasy stage. ”

"Well, but I don't think so." Manstein said, his breath was a little unsteady, he began to gasp, after all, he was older, and his body size was one size bigger than Su Qing, and the work of climbing a ladder was really tiring, "You should have finished reading the file, there is an explanation at the end of the file, I have connected these clues in series." ”

Well! Su Qing nodded, and continued to recall the contents of Manstein's file in his mind:

In Pluto, physical mail is almost dead, and in a society where the function of Emperor is so developed, people can send important content to the designated person with just one click, and there is no need to send mail at all.

When Manstein opened the email, he was stunned, it was full of dense names, almost 100 pages, a total of 10,000 names.

Each page is exactly 100 people, the first page is dated in the year 1960, the second page is 1961, the third page is 1962, the fourth page is March 1963, and the fifth page is September 1963......

The time interval between each page ranges from one year to six months to three months, and is constantly shortening, but the number of people is constant at 100.

On the last page, it reads, "The amount of food is increasing day by day, and the balance is destroying it, so it's good to find food from other planets." ”

What is this and what? Manstein was confused, and suddenly, he remembered something, and then turned to page 10, which was December 1965, and among the 100 very ordinary names, two names were particularly glaring.

Foka Gattuso, Ilya Gattuso!

These two names themselves are nothing special, they are very ordinary Pluto names, but they are the names of her husband and son that Isabetta has been talking about!!

Isabetta herself has no clear record of the year her husband and son disappeared, but Manstein's memories of her husband and son were blurred by the end of 1965 after her memories were examined by the Guò Cortex Search Device.

The two are exactly the same!

Manstein took a deep breath, and he felt his brain go cold.

What about other people's profiles? Manstein logged in to the Guò Population Administration's website and found some matches, but the Population Administration clears up more than 100,000 misinformation each year, far more than the mailing list.

This concludes the first half of File FG00391.

"Boss, where's the second half?" Su Qing raised his head and asked.

"What? Didn't I send it to you together? Oh, it must have been too tired lately, I missed it, you wait a minute, I'll transfer it to you now. Manstein patted his head and said, the strength of one hand was obviously not enough to support his fat body, and he quickly put his arm back to prevent the whole person from falling.

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In the Colosseum of Ain Reynolds, the sky began to be filled with dark clouds, and the light became a little dim, and the lighting system inside the Colosseum turned on, emitting a soft glow that was somewhat different from the hot white light of the sun.

The sky began to rain lightly, dripping on the outermost transparent tempered glass of the spherical celestial body, making a clicking sound, Zhuo Wen looked at the ink burning under the field, his eyes were full of confusion.

Although the feeling of the boss when he came out of the hospital was completely different, until just now, the boss was still the boss, but now the mecha below gave Zhuo Wen an extremely strange feeling.

Zhuo Wen finally became uncontrollable in his heart, and suddenly, he found himself so lonely in the crowd of mountains and tsunamis. In the entire audience, he was the only earthling, and more than 200,000 Plutos could drown him with a mouthful of spit.

In the past, no matter what happened, there was always the boss on his side, and even now, they were cut by an invisible protective shield, one on the battlefield and one on the platform.

But as long as you can see the boss, as long as the boss is still fighting there, as long as the boss still has fighting spirit, Zhuo Wen is fearless, or that little fat man who is big and heartless, he can still shout for the boss crazily, what Pluto, what more than 200,000, it has no effect on him.

But now it seems that everything has changed!

This outrageously powerful mecha is so cold and uninspiring, like a killing bringer from the Netherworld, which is intimidating.

He was so strong that he could crush the top gladiator of the solar system into a piece of scrap metal with his fingers.

He is so ruthless, killing only for the sake of killing, there will be no hesitation and soft-heartedness.

But he couldn't give Zhuo Wen the sense of dependence that he was accustomed to.

Zhuo Wen became silent, and even a few Plutos around him noticed this guy's abnormality.

"Hey, dead fatty, didn't you just scream so happily?"

"yes, that guy is your boss! We Plutolites hate earthlings, not because they are lowly, but because of their cowardice. ”

"Yes, we admire the warriors and the strong, you boss dare to challenge the entire Pluto, you are not afraid of death! We admire him for persevering until now. ”

"That's right, but he's going to die eventually, and no one can survive the ultimate battle of Hades."

"Damn, fatty, you're very cowardly, didn't you still jump very much when your boss was flattened just now? Why is it that now that he is so powerful, you have become a wretch? ”

Facing the warm greetings of a few Pluto "friends" who had just made friends because of their enthusiasm, Zhuo Wen seemed a little taciturn.

He hugged the guardrail tightly, his eyes fixed on Mo Ran on the field, as if he was afraid that Mo Ran would slip away from his eyes if he didn't pay attention, and his body was obviously trembling violently.

"I'm scared," Zhuo Wen said with a crying voice, "I don't know why, I just feel so lonely at this moment." ”

After speaking, tears flowed out of Zhuo Wen's eyes.

There was silence in the arena, and I don't know why, the interval between rounds was so long, because the contestants were difficult to choose, or because the warriors of Pluto were afraid of this strange mecha with terrifying power.

The wind blew up, the raindrops became dense and messy, and the rustling engulfed the entire arena.

The audience was silent, everyone waited, waiting for the appearance of Pluto's savior, and in the face of this terrible and unknown supernatural power, the uneasy atmosphere began to spread in the field, and no one had the courage to scream as the earth waste to death as it did at the beginning.

The atmosphere has become extremely oppressive, and it's no wonder who likes to be suppressed on the planet they represent?

The elementalebringer stood silently in the center of the field, waiting, waiting for the burst of power. The wind flowed through his palms, converging and then parting again, forming countless small cyclones on the field, and Mo Ran was mastering the manipulation of the wind elementals.

As he became familiar with the feeling of being separated from his soul and body, Mo Ran finally realized what it meant to be better off than to die, and the intense and desperate pain kept hitting his consciousness, and he was as pitiful and helpless as a man stripped naked and discarded on the beach, to be slapped by a tsunami.

He wanted to reach out and hold An Feifei's hand as he fell to the ground, but he couldn't, this body didn't belong to him now! Rather, it belongs to Berserker's Fury, which in a sense is not a sigil, but another terrifying personality and will, a powerful will that can drive the ancient elements and magical powers.

Countless messy and terrifying sounds began to flood his brain, and then various feelings of near-death despair began to enter his consciousness.

At this moment, he felt that his whole body was about to collapse, it was the sound of all things in nature, as if there were thousands of ants gnawing at his brain, and the stinging sensation in his heart almost drove him crazy.

A human delusional attempt to hear the voice of nature comes at the cost of a mental breakdown.

Mo Ran seemed to have fallen into an endless abyss, and at the bottom of the darkest valley, a voice quietly sounded:

"If you want to wake up, you just have to ask yourself what you're fighting for."

Mo Ran couldn't think at all, the voice was familiar, but now he just wanted to smash his own head, and he couldn't tell the difference at all.

Suddenly, a feeling of madness and bloodlust surged over him, and the fury of the berserker once again invaded his sea of consciousness.

Two powerful breaths appeared!