The memories ended there; there was nothing more.
Shrimp seemed to have died only twice. He had no other memories.
His emotions were stable, too. Although dying had been painful, he hadn't felt much fear.
All Shrimp wanted now was to escape this place as soon as possible.
This definitely wasn't caused by time skipping in the dream. Something had altered Shrimp's memories. Or maybe the dream really had skipped ahead, and his memories had been altered at the same time. That would explain how I'd escaped unscathed...
A shiver ran through me.
I had lost my memories before, but when they came back, I hadn't felt much about it.
My ability could alter what people saw. Ordinary people in the real world wouldn't notice, but ability users and professionals in the paranormal world would gain a different memory.
If someone could alter my memories, too, and change my thoughts without me ever knowing...
By then, Shrimp had entered the bedroom and started searching the child's room.
The room's decor was full of childish charm. It was decorated with toys and ornaments that boys liked, such as cars and dinosaurs, and the main colors were bright blue and green.
Shrimp found that he couldn't touch the toy box, but he could pull two books from the little bookcase. One was a fairytale picture book that he could leaf through. It was about family communication, with a child trying to reconcile his arguing parents. The other was a dinosaur book that he couldn't read. When he opened it, he saw a ticket tucked inside, with "Dinosaur Exhibition" printed on it.
Information about his identity appeared in Shrimp's mind.
He was a boy named Xiaomeng. His father had cheated and left home, and his mother had become furious and neurotic. She often