Chapter 493: Madhouse

In the Governor's Mansion, Anna's words finally cheered Charles up. He knew what the other party said was right, and he had to do something.

Things on the surface are not so easy to complete, I can't wait for the people above to come down first, I should go up first.

This is not only for the extremely slim hope of saving his crew, but also for the end of his years of hard work.

"My second-grade deskmate is a fat man. I can't remember his face. I don't know if I was taken away by the shadow or I forgot. It's been too long, and I can't remember."

Charles, reeking of alcohol, sat on the ground, pressing his head in pain, talking about his memory with difficulty.

Anna, who was crossing her legs beside her, grabbed the pen in her hand and kept writing down something in the notebook. "Well, what about the third grade? You changed seats in the third grade, remember? Think about her."

"Well... I remember, her name is Zhou Xinmeng. She looks darker. Right? But in my current memory, she has no neck, and her head is suspended on the clothes and enters the classroom."

Then the two asked one by one, and quickly checked all of Charles' memories. They were checking how much Charles' memory was taken away by the shadow.

Finally, after a long inspection, Anna flipped through the paper and said to Charles: "Your memory is about 30% missing. And unlike ordinary memory loss, your memory is not missing, but every scene is missing. some parts."

Charles nodded, and was about to pick up a bottle of wine again, but was blocked by Anna's hand.

"It's okay, it's just that some memory is missing. I can help you solve it. I have a backup here."

"Backup? What backup?"

Anna didn't answer, she first gently covered Charles' eyes with her hand, and then a black tentacle squirmed out from Anna's shoulder and burrowed into Charles' ear.

As the eardrum was punctured and the tentacles continued to burrow into it, Charles had an expression of extreme pain on his face.

"I have anesthesia here." Anna stepped forward gently, and kissed him with a hint of fragrance on her lips.

When everything was over, Anna raised her head, looked at Charles with a smile and said, "How is it? Your memories are all back now?"

Charles frowned tightly recalling his memory, and after a few seconds, a smile appeared on his face but slowly froze again.

"Something is wrong, the memory you filled back is disappearing."

Anna frowned slightly, "Then I have another way, that is, I will delete all your memories, and then inject new ones, so that there will be no sense of incongruity."

Charles with a complicated expression looked at Anna's cheek in front of him. "Question..., if I do that, am I still me?"

After pausing for a few seconds, Anna sat gently on Charles's body and said softly: "From now on, I will be your 30% memory. If there is anything you don't remember, just ask me directly. The memory just disappears. It's no big deal Yes, so you are still you."

Charles looked at her with a hint of excitement. "Thank you, Anna, you are the perfect wife."

"Hehe, you can be as nasty as you want, but the most important thing now is that you can't lie down like this anymore, get up." Several tentacles stretched out and grabbed Charles from the ground.

Then Anna's face split open, and a black and white spider emerged from it.

The ceremony was quickly performed, and the spider crawled down Charles' sleeve and entered his eye socket again.

"What do you want to do next? Do you want to rest for a while, or do you plan to go directly to the surface?" Anna asked.

Charles asked after smelling the sour smell on his body, and walked towards the bathroom. "No, I'm going to see my crew first."

Soon, after changing his clothes, Charles followed Anna to the nursing home.

In that luxuriously decorated villa, all the crew members of the Narwhal were isolated in separate rooms.

Their symptoms are all different, and some don't seem so crazy.

For example, bandages, 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 is this place?? Quickly let me out!! I can tell you, I am the governor of Winter Island! Let your steward come out and talk to me!!" He was bound by the ribbon and kept struggling.

Charles walked up to him with a look of grief in his eyes. "Bandage, do you really not remember me at all? We have gone through so many things, do you really not remember at all?"

Bandage stared at Charles with wide eyes, "Who the hell are you? Why did you bring me here! Let me go! If my people know, your entire island will be finished!!"

Charles' words were a little helpless. "Bandages, I checked for you. There is no island called Winter Island in the entire Earth Sea."

The bandage froze for a moment, then annoyance appeared on his face. "Do you think I will believe you? Stop lying! Let me go quickly!! I want to find it myself!"

Although he looked like a normal person, his character was too extreme. It was impossible for Charlton to let him go out. Now that the sun was shining outside, he was looking for death.

Charles brushed past him and continued walking inside. Except for Dipper and the bandages, the others still knew Charles, but their problems appeared elsewhere.

"Touch!" Linda suddenly knelt in front of Charles through the glass, her mood seemed very unstable.

"Captain, I didn't find any map at all on Shengren Island before. That map was given to me by His Excellency the Pope!! I can't help it!! After all, it is His Excellency!!!"

Charles walked into the room and reached out to help her up from the ground. "I know, you have repeated this matter to me hundreds of times on the way back."

After comforting the painful Linda, Charles turned to look at Anna beside him. "Is there no way to cure them even with your ability? Is there any possibility?"

"Maybe it's caused by other reasons, I can solve it, but I can't afford to mess with what caused them crazy."

Charles was taken aback. "Do you know what caused their madness?"

"It's just a guess, but it's a guess with a high probability. I think the thing that keeps us immortal in that place is exactly the same thing that drives them crazy, and the source of this thing is the sleeping Ftan god."

"God Fortan!? Are you sure you guessed right?" Charles just recalled in his mind, the huge sleeping figure, and his head started to hurt again.

"There is a high possibility, which also explains why, the closer the distance, the greater the pressure on me, and only gods can have that kind of power that transcends life and death."

Charles nodded silently, and continued to read one by one.

When he came to the last room, he saw Tuba, his navigator.

Sitting on a chair, he was holding a spoon and stuffing it into his mouth intently.

Compared with others, he is much quieter, he is an old lunatic after all.

Charles walked up to him and looked at him averagely, "Touba, haven't you gotten rid of the "blackboard eraser"? Why are you still like this?"

Tuba didn't answer, he didn't seem to be looking at him. Concentrate on eating your own food.

"At the beginning, you told me to be wary of the Pope. You also said that he would cause a huge disaster. Is the disaster you are talking about the current situation?"