Chapter 924: 134. Wouldn't Be Stupid Enough To
He couldn't remember which friend had recommended the security detail.
Carl instantly realized that he seemed to have found the key.
This was far too abnormal.
A security team concerned one's wealth and life; choosing one would inevitably require careful consideration. As the crucial link of trust, how could the recommender so easily vanish from his memory?
Unless the memory of a "friend's recommendation" had been a false impression artificially implanted from the very beginning, causing Jefferson Peralez to instinctively believe the security team could be trusted and thus overlook questions related to the recommender.
That was far more terrifying than mere forgetfulness. There were plenty of ways to erase memories. Professional netrunners, for example, generally knew a few tricks for tampering with the hippocampus and making someone temporarily forget certain memories.
Carl could do that too, but forgetting memories and altering memories were two entirely different concepts. The former merely deleted them; the latter was no different from stirring up a person's mind indiscriminately.
Carl seemed to understand why Jefferson Peralez had memory errors and gaps.
If someone had tampered with Jefferson's brain, then all his confused, contradictory, and missing memories made sense.
Carl was not the only one to reach that terrifying conclusion.
Across the dining table from Carl, Zechi's fork clattered onto her plate. Her face instantly went pale; she had clearly drawn the same conclusion from her father's highly unnatural memory gap.
Jefferson himself shuddered all over. He lowered his head to look at his slightly trembling hands, as though he were truly realizing for the first time—if even such an important memory as "who recommended the bodyguards" could disappear out of thin air, then how many of the "perceptions" in his mind actually existed?
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