In the Governor's Mansion, Anna's words finally cheered Charles up. He knew that the other party was right and he had to do something.
Things on the surface are not so easy to accomplish. You can't wait for the people above to come down. You should go up first.
This was not only for the extremely slim hope of saving his crew members, but also to put an end to his efforts over the years.
"My deskmate in the second grade was a fat guy. I can't remember his face clearly. I don't know if it was taken away by the shadow or I forgot it originally. It's been too long and I can't remember it clearly."
Charles, drunk, sat on the ground, pressing his head in pain and recounting his memories with difficulty.
Anna, who was sitting with her legs crossed, grabbed the pen in her hand and kept writing something in the notebook. "Well, what about the third grade? You changed your seatmate in the third grade, remember? Think carefully about what she looks like."
"Hmm... I remember, her name was Zhou Xinmeng. She was dark-skinned, right? But from what I remember now, she had no neck, and her head floated above her clothes when she entered the classroom."
Then the two of them asked one question at a time and quickly checked all of Charles' memories. They were trying to see how much of Charles' memory had been taken away by the shadow.
Finally, after a long examination, Anna flipped through the papers and said to Charles: "Your memory is about 30% less. And it's different from ordinary memory loss. Your memory is not missing, but each scene is missing some parts."
Charles nodded and reached out to pick up another bottle of wine, but was blocked by Anna's hand.
"It's okay, it's just that I'm missing some memories. I can help you solve it. I have a backup here."
"Backup? What backup?"
Anna did not answer. She first gently covered Charles' eyes with her hands, and then a black tentacle wriggled out from Anna's shoulder and drilled into Charles' ear.
As his eardrum was punctured, the tentacles continued to drill inside, and Charles' face showed an expression of extreme pain.
"I have anesthetic here." Anna moved forward gently and kissed him with her lips that had a hint of fragrance.
When everything was over, Anna looked up, smiled at Charles and said, "How is it? Your memory has returned now, right?"
Charles frowned as he recalled his memories. After a few seconds, a smile appeared on his face but it slowly froze.
"Something is wrong. The memories you restored are disappearing."
Anna frowned slightly, "Then I have another way. I will delete all your memories and inject new memories. This way, there will be no sense of disharmony."
Charles looked at Anna's face with a complicated expression. "The question is... if I do that, will I still be myself?"
After a few seconds of pause, Anna gently sat on Charles and said softly: "From now on, I will be your 30% memory. If there is anything you don't remember, just ask me directly. It's just that the memory is gone. It's no big deal. In this way, you are still you."
Charles looked at her with a hint of excitement. "Thank you, Anna, you are the perfect wife."
"Haha, you can be as corny as you want, but the most important thing now is that you can't stay like this anymore. Get up." Several tentacles reached out and pulled Charles up from the ground.
Then Anna's face cracked open and a black and white spider crawled out.
The ritual was quickly performed, and the spider crawled down Charles' sleeve and back into his eye socket.
"What do you want to do next? Do you want to rest for a while, or go directly to the surface?" Anna asked.
Charles asked, sniffing the sour smell on his body and heading towards the bathroom. "No, I need to check on my crew first."
Soon, Charles, who had changed his clothes, followed Anna to the sanatorium.
Their symptoms are all different, and some of them may not look that crazy.
For example, Bandage. He seems to have no problem with his thinking ability, but he always thinks that he is not a bandage, but a guy named Inster.
"Where the hell is this place? Let me out right now! I'm telling you, I'm the governor of Winter Island! Ask your steward to come out and talk to me!" He kept struggling while being tied up with ribbons.
Charles walked up to him, with a trace of sadness in his eyes. "Bandage, do you really not remember me at all? We've been through so much, do you really not remember anything at all?"
Bandage stared at Charles with wide eyes, "Who are you? Why did you bring me here? Let me go! If my people find out, your entire island will be doomed!!"
Charles' words were somewhat helpless. "Bandage, I checked for you. There is no island called Winter Island in the entire Earthsea."
Bandage was stunned for a moment, then his face showed anger. "Do you think I will believe you? Stop lying! Let me go now!! I want to find it myself!"
Although he looks like a normal person, his personality is quite extreme. Charlton would never let him go out. It's sunny outside now and he would be courting death if he goes out.
Charles passed him and continued walking inside. Except for Dipper and Bandage, everyone else knew Charles, but their problems lay elsewhere.
"Bang!" Linda suddenly knelt in front of Charles through the glass. Her emotions looked very unstable.
"Captain, I didn't find any map on the Ropeman Island before. The map was given to me by the Pope! I couldn't help it! After all, he was the Pope!!!"
Charles walked into the house and reached out to help her up from the ground. "I know, you have repeated this to me hundreds of times on the way back."
After comforting the distressed Linda, Charles turned his head and looked at Anna beside him. "Even with your ability, there is no way to cure them? There is no possibility at all?"
"Maybe I can handle other reasons, but I can't afford to mess with the things that make them crazy."
Charles was stunned. "Do you know what caused them to go crazy?"
"It's just a guess, but it's a very likely guess. I think that the thing that can keep us immortal in that place is the same thing that drives them crazy, and the source of this thing is the sleeping god Futan."
"God Futan!? Are you sure you guessed it right?" Charles just recalled the huge sleeping figure in his mind again, and his head began to hurt again.
"It's very likely. This also explains why the closer I get to you, the greater the pressure I feel. And only gods have the power to transcend life and death."
Charles nodded silently and continued to look at them one by one.
When he came to the last room, he saw his navigator Tuba.
He was sitting on a chair, holding a spoon and putting food into his mouth with great concentration.
Compared to others, he is much quieter, after all, he is an old madman.
Charles walked up to him and looked at him evenly, "Tuba, haven't you gotten rid of the "blackboard eraser"? Why are you still like this?"
Tuba didn't reply, he didn't seem to be looking at him, he was concentrating on eating his own food.
"You warned me to be wary of the Pope. You also said he would cause a great disaster. Is the disaster you are talking about the current situation?"
(End of this chapter)