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After consulting a psychiatrist and a brain doctor, no conclusions were drawn.It was as if there was an eraser that wiped all the memories in Mrs. Prince's mind.Mrs. Prince herself is very optimistic. Her ability to read has not been lost. Reading any book now is a new experience for her.

When Mary Woody was worried about her mother's illness, several cases of the same amnesia occurred again. The patients all lost their memory inexplicably, and there were young people in their 30s, and some were like Prince An old man like my wife can no longer simply use the reason of Alzheimer's disease to explain it.Later, someone thought that the government built a building in the northwest of the city half a year ago. Some said it was a radar station, and some said it was a telecommunications tower. Occasionally, soldiers would appear nearby at night, but there was always a sign prohibiting entry on the gate.So far, people have different opinions.Some people started to worry that the radiation was affecting the memory, and people started petitioning the city government, then the state government, to shut down and tear down that facility.Experts also have different opinions on the impact of electromagnetic radiation on memory. Some people think that it will affect memory.Some people also think that the brain frequency of these people may be aligned with a certain wave band of radiation, so the complete loss of memory will occur, but no one can say what kind of people will be affected.

Sam and Dean have no clue about the current situation, maybe it is really the result of electromagnetic radiation?They went to visit several other amnesia patients. Their residences were distributed in various areas of the city, with different skin colors, genders, ages, and occupations. They are not the same building.The reactions of these people are also different. Some are trying to retrieve their memories through various methods and treatments, some are lamenting why they have encountered such a fate, and some have completely accepted the past described by others and tried to find a way to start a new life. new life.

"Dean, you see, no matter what happens, as long as you let go of the past, it is still possible to start a new life."

"This seems particularly convincing from you." Dean opened the car door.

Sam also got into the car helplessly: "Actually, I think it's time for you to let go of the burden you're carrying."

"Don't give up trying to persuade me not to save you, do you? As I said, it's my responsibility to take care of you, so I won't let you go no matter what. Let's stop this topic. It's over." Dean hit the nail on the head .

Sam closed his mouth helplessly, but it didn't take long before he said, "What do you think about this incident? I'm not sure what caused it now."

"So we need to check the information."

Back at the motel, Sam started looking up information on the computer, discussing with Dean while doing the research: "Do you think it could be a tapir? According to Eastern legends, this kind of animal can eat people's dreams."

"But do they also eat memory?"

"Maybe it mutated in America?"

Dean put down his snack and began to think about the possibility.

"You don't mean it, do you? I was just joking." Sam spread his hands innocently.

Dean glanced at Sam angrily, picked up the phone, and dialed Bobby: "Bobby, we have investigated, and people suffering from amnesia all have lost all their memories before a certain point in time. What do you think of the situation?"

"Is the tapir mutated?"

"..." You are really enough!Dean, who was played by two people in a row, was a little upset: "Bobby, don't be kidding, okay?"

"Ok, ok, actually I am investigating here, but there is no result. If there is news, I will notify you."

"Okay, thank you, Bobby." Dean hung up the phone and picked up his coat again: "What do you want for dinner?"

"Everything is fine." Sam just glanced at Dean, then continued to work with his head down.

It took a long time for Dean to come back, so long that Sam thought he had lost his memory too, and couldn't find his way back. When he wanted to go out to find Dean, Dean came back with two paper bags and put one of them Handed it to Sam: "Your dinner is a little late."

"What the hell did you do? I'm worried, do you know?"

"Don't make such a fuss." Dean said indifferently: "I just went to investigate on the spot. Guess what I found?"

"what?"

"I checked the police's surveillance video, and found that before they disappeared, they passed through a warehouse, which had been abandoned. I went in and took a look, but I didn't find anyone inside, but I found a little sulfur powder at the door."

"Why don't you ask me to go there together? It's dangerous for you to face the devil alone!"

"Didn't I come back intact?" Dean smiled: "Hurry up and eat, let's go to see that warehouse together tomorrow."

Sam looked at Dean angrily, and Dean started to munch on the burger unmoved. Sam had no choice but to vent his anger on the burger.After taking a bite of the hamburger, Sam thought again: "But although the devil can achieve a certain degree of mind reading through possession, how can it be possible to erase all people's memories? At least I have never heard of it."

"Indeed, I haven't heard of it either. Maybe this devil has mutated." Dean smiled triumphantly and took another bite of the burger.

"..." Can I beat this guy up?Sam's voice.

"But why do devils erase people's memories? It should be easy for them to get rid of witnesses, right?" Sam decided to pretend that he didn't hear Dean's words.

"God knows, don't guess the devil's mind. When we find them, we will know how they did it."

Early the next morning, Sam and Dean came to the old warehouse again. They walked in carefully, searched everywhere, but found nothing.Dean kicked back a board, confirming once again that there was no secret passage, and no one was here.

In one of the offices inside, Dean had found signs of someone being imprisoned, perhaps tortured, but they had left.Judging from the traces on the floor, he probably left within the past few days.Dean thumped the wall annoyedly: "If I had searched here yesterday, maybe I could have found their traces."

"Dean, this is not your responsibility. They have been gone for more than a day. Even if you turned this place upside down yesterday, it is no different from today. The important thing now is who they caught and what is their purpose , and where did they go. Let's go back and investigate?" Sam pressed Dean's shoulder reassuringly.

"Did you find anything in that room just now?"

"Nothing special, except for a few broken hairs. Probably left by a platinum-haired woman." Dean held up a few long strands of hair.

"Then I'll check the missing persons records for the recent period," Sam said.

"I'm going to see if there are other traces or surveillance records around."

Dean searched the neighborhood, but found nothing, and then went straight back to the motel, waiting for Sam while watching boring TV programs, but Sam didn't come back until the afternoon, Dean was a little worried, and started calling Sam's mobile phone, but several calls to Sam have always been voice mail.Dean walked around the room anxiously. After the third time he didn't answer the phone, Dean found the FBI suit and he was going to find Sam. "I really shouldn't let him investigate by himself, if he loses his memory, if he is captured by the devil..." Dean thought anxiously, starting the car.

Dean went to the police station first to make sure that Sam had indeed been here before, that the staff there remembered him, and that the staff even remembered that he had tracked down the missing lady.Dean, again as the FBI, asked to see the missing register that Sam had seen before.The records showed that the missing person was Marianne Woodhouse, unmarried, a staff member of a local library, who had been missing for more than a month, and it was her roommate who registered her missing information.

Suppressing his uneasiness, Dean asked, "Do you remember anything else related to him? Anything."

"I think he said 'Brocade Industries,' and walked off in a hurry."

"Thank you very much!" Dean dropped this sentence and ran out.If he remembered correctly, the abandoned warehouse was the property of Brocade Industries, where Sam must have discovered the connection between the disappearance case and Brocade Industries.Dean went to the nearest Internet cafe to find a computer with Internet access, searched for other warehouses and office locations of Brocade Industry in the city, and found that the company had closed down two years ago, but it is still in the city. There were one or two offices or warehouse addresses that might just be vacant. One of the offices was very close to the police station, about three blocks away, so Dean decided to start his investigation from here.

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Dean came to the door of the Brocade Industrial Office. This is a small two-story brick building. It looks like it has begun to be damaged, and some glass is broken.Dean parked the car a little farther away and pulled out a pistol, salt bombs, and a large bucket of holy water.Dean weighed the weight and felt that it should be enough, so he directly picked the lock and walked into the door.

To Dean's surprise, there was no one inside, and of course there were no devils.dean from a