Lin Yu's question had barely left his mouth when the Turbine Gang's leader fell into deep thought.
"Third person? No... There have always been two. I'm absolutely sure of that... But now that you mention it, my lord, I do find it somewhat strange..."
Lin Yu frowned. "Strange? What's strange about it?"
The Turbine Gang's leader raised his head and rubbed his temples. "Because when I was thinking about the third person just now, a thought surfaced in my mind, telling me that there were two people—absolutely two... But, my lord... why would something like this make me so 'certain'?"
"In other words, I could naturally tell at a glance how many people Mr. Sherlock brought that day. I have eyes, after all, and I wouldn't forget it. So my memory seems to have unnaturally emphasized the originally unimportant detail of 'two people'—when it should have been like remembering what I ate for breakfast, with only one ordinary answer: toast and milk."
"But now, whenever I recall the matter, I can clearly remember 'three slices of piping-hot Kuku Bakery toast worth fifteen yuan'... That doesn't feel like a thought I arrived at naturally."
At that, Lin Yu immediately understood.
"Your memory has been tampered with!"
"Yes, but I don't remember ever undergoing brain surgery. My memories in that regard are completely intact." The Turbine Gang's leader frowned. "That's the strangest part to me—I haven't even undergone any neural-level alchemical modifications."
Lin Yu suddenly felt some admiration for the Turbine Gang's leader kneeling before him.
Although he seemed to hold a very low position and revered Nightless Sky Fire Apricot like a god, that didn't mean the gang leader who ran a large organization in the Outer City and controlled smuggling routes was an idiot or a good-for-nothing.
On the contrary,