The Mayoral Candidate's memory had been tampered with, yet no problem could be found, nor any trace uncovered.
Anyone would have their scalp crawl at something like this and want to stay far away.
Whether some unknown technology, a rare illness, or an even more sophisticated conspiracy lay behind it, this had long exceeded the bounds of ordinary trouble.
A smart person should have stopped here.
The best choice was not to get involved. The next best was to stop asking at this point.
They had already shown enough consideration. They should not ask about the rest.
That might have been the choice of any normal person in Night City.
But it was not Carl's choice.
Perhaps Jefferson Peralez's words about "a father's responsibility" had moved her, or perhaps Carl was simply the kind of person who liked to stick her nose into excitement.
In any case.
She was curious.
Carl was interested.
"When did you first start feeling that your memories had been altered? What parts of your altered memories don't match what Zechi told you? Can you tell me about them?"
Faced with Jefferson Peralez, who only wanted to protect his daughter and intended to face this despite his fear, Carl asked an unnecessary question.
Her curious words, which sounded like a casual question, left both Jefferson and Zechi stunned.
Although Carl's tone was utterly calm when she said it, the meaning behind her words had still come through.
She intended to investigate.
To investigate something a smart person should not touch.
Jefferson's lips parted slightly as he stared blankly at Carl, his face filled with disbelief.
Every word he had said just now had come from the bottom of his heart. He sincerely hoped Carl would protect his daughter—but that was all.
In this city, he had