Chapter 267: Mass amnesia?
156 Sycamore Avenue, California.
When He Chi came out of the shooting range, he found that the white RV was parked in the yard, and Lisa and Laura were unloading their luggage from it.
He Chi walked over and took the luggage from Lisa. The girl gave him a hug naturally.
"Did the trip go well? Why didn't you tell me in advance and I could pick you up at the airport." He Chi went up to help carry all the things he had into the house.
"We are not little girls anymore, we can't rely on you for everything." Lisa reluctantly gave He Chi a smile, and walked into the room together looking slightly tired.
The three of them began to prepare dinner together in a tacit understanding. Laura peeled the potatoes, while He Chi and Lisa were responsible for slicing and cooking the ingredients respectively. There was almost no verbal communication during the whole process.
After all, they have been living under the same roof for a year and a half, and several people have begun to get used to this kind of life.
During dinner, the two girls were slightly silent. He Chi knew the reason for this, but he did not explain it.
In the end, it was Lisa who spoke first. She said to He Chi in a somewhat frustrated tone: "There are no results. There is no witness found over there."
During the days when Constantine was missing, none of the three people in the villa gave up looking for him. Six months ago, the government officially announced that because it disappeared at sea, the members on the plane were subject to the provisions of missing in extremely dangerous areas. It was confirmed that he was dead, and the airline paid each person $900,000 in compensation. Some people received more depending on their personal insurance.
But that’s not the point. After completing the compensation measures, the government officially gave up official search activities, which means that except for voluntary private organizations, there will no longer be official searches.
Even though they all firmly believe that Constantine is still alive.
Since Constantine's flight took off from Hawaii, if he survived, there is a high probability that he would be on an island in the Pacific.
So during this period of time, He Chi and others tried to search for islands within the radius with Hawaii as the center and the distance from the plane's last contact with the tower as the radius.
Some time ago, rumors about airplanes appeared on Facebook, saying that someone had seen a plane crash into the sea in the Solomon area. Lisa and Laura bought tickets and flew there.
The result was nothing.
"It's really strange. Many people have heard rumors about the plane crashing into the sea, but there are no witnesses who have witnessed it." Laura put a piece of cheese shrimp into her mouth with some depression.
"Could it be a rumor deliberately spread by someone?" He Chi raised a possibility.
Lisa shook her head, "It doesn't look like it, because people who claim to know the news about the plane crashing into the sea don't remember where they heard the rumor, they just have a simple impression."
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"I have an impression, but I can't remember where I heard it?" He Chi also felt strange.
"Yes, and Lisa and I visited at least twenty people, and everyone was like this. They just had a vague impression, but couldn't remember where they heard it." Laura Added on the side.
"Can such a thing happen?" He Chi realized at this time that the situation may not be that simple. It is normal for one or two people to forget certain information due to memory problems, but at least one of so many people should know about him Where did they hear the news? No one can tell the source, which is abnormal in itself.
Everyone is lying? But they have no reason to do so.
So these people have collective memory problems? Could such a thing happen?
He Chi thought for a while and said to the two girls, "You guys have a rest first. I will go to Garcia's place tomorrow to have a look."
The next day, in the seaside area, He Chi appeared inside Pep Garcia's yacht. . "Hey, welcome! Do you have any business? Which one are you going to cheat on this time?" Magician Garcia came up to him smoking a cigar.
"Sir, do I look for an accomplice in fraud every time I come to your place?" He Chi said helplessly.
"No, it's just that my business charges are relatively high." Garcia invited He Chi into the room, reached out and pulled out a cigar wrapped in gold foil from a small box on the side, "Would you like one? Same style as Churchill”
He Chi took the cigar and looked at the fancy outer packaging strangely, while Garcia had already lit another one.
“Although I don’t understand tobacco, this is probably not the same as Churchill’s.” He Chi thought about it and told Garcia to avoid being a source of resentment.
"Why do you say that? Is there any basis for it?" the magician asked strangely.
“The cigars that Churchill smoked were more choking than this one.”
“He, your tone sounds like you really smoked with Churchill.”
"Okay." Garcia put away the cigar in his hand and sat down casually. "He said, tell me the purpose of your coming. I believe you didn't come here specifically to discuss the origin of tobacco with me."
He Chi He pulled up a chair and sat across from him. "You are an expert in psychology. I would like to ask you whether this situation is possible?"
He Chi then repeated Laura's description.
Garcia listened very carefully. He thought for a moment and then stretched out two fingers. "I have two ideas about memory bias."
"The first is hypnosis, this It’s my business scope, I can talk about it in detail.”
"Some hypnotists can confuse the hypnotized person's memory and insert a memory that has never existed in his impression. This is possible."
But He Chi raised objections, "But people who have the same situation There is more than one person.”
“Of course, this situation is limited to ordinary hypnotists. If you are a genius hypnotist, you can use group hypnosis. The number of people varies greatly depending on the environment and the ability of the hypnotist." Garcia spread his hands and then added, "But I personally think this possibility is very small." br>
“Why?”
“My dearest He, you don’t think that senior hypnotists are pumpkins in the vegetable patch, you can see them everywhere, do you?”
Garcia smiled and pointed at himself, "Except for those charlatans, there are no more than ten people in the world who are capable of large-scale group hypnosis, and I am one of them. Everyone knows each other."
< br>"In order to prevent trouble for everyone, we will exchange messages in advance whenever there is a group hypnosis with more than 20 people, and I am very sure that the best I have never received such a notice recently."
He Chi thought for a while and asked, "Will someone trick you into doing it secretly?"
"I can't guarantee this, but unless it is involved. The benefits are huge, and the probability of this happening is not high."
"What is the other possibility you are talking about?"
Garcia walked to the nearby bookshelf and pulled out a book and opened two pages at random. "Hey, have you heard of the Mandela Effect?"
(End of Chapter)