The man's composure finally cracked. He clutched his melon-shaped hat and swallowed hard. "Th-this might just be a coincidence. When you handed me the sweet potatoes, I just happened to... happened to..."
"Can coincidences like that really happen? Think carefully. Were the images in your mind continuous, or were they just a single, monotonous picture? Or... did someone casually plant them in your mind?"
Jiang Cheng had had his memories invaded by Lin Wan'er, repeatedly and over a long period, so he had some experience dealing with this kind of bizarre ability.
But even Jiang Cheng hadn't expected the man to react the instant he heard the suggestion. The confusion in his eyes gave way to terror. "It wasn't a coincidence! It wasn't! I didn't see anything. I didn't see anything at all. Those things... someone forced them into my head!"
The man's swift realization far exceeded Jiang Cheng's expectations. He caught a faint whiff of conspiracy. It seemed... it seemed that everything was unfolding according to the other party's script—including the fact that they'd spotted the flaw. Perhaps it had been left there on purpose.
The man clutched his head, his face twisted with pain. Jiang Cheng didn't interrupt him. Instead, he pulled the Fatty back, putting some distance between them and the man. Wu Yujiao was also startled by the man's reaction and stood frozen.
"I remember! I remember! Someone told me to say that. That person told me everything!" The man's eyes were bloodshot, and his voice hoarse.
Worried about attracting unwanted attention, Jiang Cheng stepped forward to calm the man and led him into the inn. He ordered a pot of tea. Once the man had settled down a little, Jiang Cheng asked, "Don't be afraid. We mean you no harm. Do you remember what that