My own war game

Chapter 267 Mass amnesia?

156 Sycamore Avenue, California.

When He Chi came out of the shooting range, he found that the white RV was already parked in the yard, and Lisa and Lola were moving the luggage down one by one.

He Chi walked over and took the luggage from Lisa, and the girl gave him a hug naturally.

"Did you have a smooth trip? Why didn't you tell me in advance so that I could pick you up at the airport." He Chi went over to help carry all the things in his hands into the house.

"We are not little girls anymore. We can't rely on you for everything." Lisa forced a smile to He Chi and walked into the house together, looking a little tired.

The three of them began to prepare dinner together tacitly. Lola 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 they have begun to get used to this kind of life.

During dinner, both girls were a little silent. He Chi knew the reason, but he didn't say it out loud.

In the end, it was Lisa who spoke first. She said to He Chi in a frustrated tone, "There is no result. There is no witness at all."

During the time that Constantine was missing, the three people in the villa did not give up looking for him. Six months ago, the government officially announced that since the plane disappeared at sea, the members of the plane were confirmed dead for the crimes of missing in extremely dangerous areas. The airline compensated each person with US$90, and 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 the official search activities, which means that apart from spontaneous non-governmental organizations, there will be no more official searches going on.

Even though they all firmly believed that Constantine was still alive.

Since Constantine's flight took off from Hawaii, if he survived, the probability that he was on an island in the Pacific Ocean is relatively high.

Therefore, during this period of time, He Chi and a few others tried to search for islands within the range with Hawaii as the center and the distance when the plane last contacted the tower as the radius.

Some time ago, there was a rumor about an airplane on Facebook, saying that someone had seen a plane crash into the sea in the Solomon region, so Lisa and Lola bought tickets and flew there directly.

Nothing came of it.

"It's really strange. Many people have heard the rumor about the plane crashing into the sea, but no one has witnessed it." Lola put a piece of cheese shrimp into her mouth with some frustration.

"Could it be that someone deliberately spread the rumor?" He Chi proposed a possibility.

Lisa shook her head. "Not really, because those who claimed to know about the plane crash didn't remember where they heard the rumor from. They just had a simple impression."

"I have an impression of it, but I can't remember where I heard it?" He Chi also felt very strange.

"That's right, and Lisa and I visited at least twenty people, and each one of them was like this. They only had a vague impression, but couldn't remember where they heard it." Lola added.

"Could such a thing happen?" He Chi then realized that the situation might not be that simple. It was normal for one or two people to forget certain information due to memory problems, but among so many people, at least someone should know where he heard the news from. It was abnormal that no one could tell the source of the news.

Everyone is lying? But they have no reason to do so.

So these people's memories are collectively problematic? Is this possible?

He Chi thought for a moment and said to the two girls, "You guys take a rest first. I'll go check on Garcia tomorrow."

The next day, at the seaside, He Chi appeared in Pep Garcia's yacht. "He, welcome! Do you have any business? Who are you going to cheat this time?" Magician Garcia came up to him, smoking a cigar.

"Sir, do I look for an accomplice of fraud every time I come to you?" He Chi said helplessly.

"No, it's just that my fees for this business are relatively high." Garcia invited He Chi into the house and took out a cigar wrapped in gold foil from a small box beside him. "Would you like one? The same one as Churchill."

He Chi took the cigar and looked at the fancy packaging with some surprise, while Garcia had already lit another one.

"Although I don't know much about tobacco, this is probably not the same model as Churchill's." He Chi thought about it and told Garcia to avoid being blamed by the other party.

"Why do you say that? Is there any basis for that?" the magician asked curiously.

"Churchill smoked much more choking cigars than this one"

"He, you sound as if you actually smoked with Churchill."

"Okay." Garcia put away the cigar in his hand and sat down casually. "Let's talk about your purpose. I believe you didn't come here specifically to discuss the origin of tobacco with me."

He Chi pulled a chair over and sat opposite him. "You are an expert in psychology. I would like to ask you if this situation is possible?"

He Chi then repeated Lola's description again.

Garcia listened carefully. After thinking for a while, he held up two fingers and said, "I have two ideas about memory bias."

"The first is hypnosis. This is my area of ​​expertise. I can explain it in detail."

"Some hypnotists can confuse the memory of the hypnotized person and insert a memory that never existed into his impression. This is possible."

But He Chi raised an objection, "But there is more than one person with the same situation."

"Of course, this situation is limited to ordinary hypnotists. If the hypnotist is a genius, he can use group hypnosis. The number of people varies greatly, ranging from dozens to hundreds, depending on the scene and the ability of the hypnotist." Garcia spread his hands and added, "But I personally think this possibility is very small."

"why?"

"My dearest He, you don't think that senior hypnotists are pumpkins in the vegetable garden, and they can be found everywhere, right?"

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. I am one of them. All of us know each other."

"In order to prevent trouble for everyone, we will exchange information in advance whenever we conduct group hypnosis on more than 20 people, and I am sure that we have not received such a notice recently."

He Chi thought for a moment and asked, "Could someone be deceiving us and doing it secretly?"

"I can't guarantee that, but unless there are huge interests involved, the probability of this happening is not high."

"So what's the other possibility you're talking about?"

Garcia walked to the bookshelf next to him, pulled out a book, and flipped through two pages. "He, have you heard of the Mandela Effect?"

(End of this chapter)