Red Port, Sanshan Street. Although it is a messy restaurant with tables and chairs, it has now become a temporary meeting room for the police to contact. A serious-looking woman dressed in plain clothes stood in the middle of the meeting room. She was surrounded by women in police uniforms.

Let's listen to what she has to say and why she can attract so many people's attention.

"Flower buds, it's time for us to leave."

"I know the Smoke Fairy Festival is coming soon. You might have made plans with boys, prepared delicious food to enjoy, or even have little pets waiting for you at home. As soon as you finish work, you will eagerly rush towards these happy daily activities."

"But all these have been disrupted by sudden overtime."

"You may be very resentful of this sudden overtime."

"But the people of Red Port also had the right to enjoy such daily lives. But now, some of them are howling in front of their children's graves, some are kneeling in front of their ruined homes, and some have been separated by life and death."

"Some are trapped under the rubble, waiting for our rescue."

"They are also victims of fate."

"No matter whether you were jealous of your talented older sister the day before, or feeling miserable for saying the wrong thing to a boy you like, or having arguments with your parents..."

"When disaster strikes... everything loses its meaning."

"But there is still a chance to rescue the remaining lives from this fickle fate."

"I need your help."

Yes, everything loses its meaning... Merka thought sadly.

He had been waiting at the door for a while, waiting for the right moment to enter and explain his intentions to the policewoman.

"While we don't need to rescue the disaster-stricken areas like Keobuna. But there is no doubt that the rescue of Sanshan Street is equally important."

"The golden time for rescue is forty-eight hours. If you don't want to be unable to speak when facing the families of the victims, take action quickly, girls." The woman clapped her hands and those around her started to busily move.

At this moment, Merka pushed the door open and walked up to the woman.

"Can I also join the operation, Chief?"

The woman was about to leave when her serious face frowned.

"No need for kids to join... especially boys. You can just stay in the relief area, that's already helping." The woman waved her hand, intending to ask someone to usher Merka away.

"Chief," a lady by the woman's side, who looked like an assistant, narrowed her eyes and lowered her gaze, "he seems to be a survivor of the recent Red Port disaster... He survived outside of the air-raid shelter."

"What?" The woman's expression changed in astonishment, her eyes wandering as she looked at Merka.

"I understand now." The woman nodded with a heavy heart and patted Merka's shoulder.

"Poor child, having seen such hell and still maintaining such a sincere heart."

"This is the walkie-talkie, let us know when you find someone..."

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Let us know?

What should I say?

After walking for a while, following the familiar route, Merka looked at the devastated houses along the way, and his heart became even colder.

Are there no survivors?

Merka also wanted to try and see if there might be even one lucky person who survived in the collapsed ruins.

But after searching through two ruins, Merka gave up. He gained nothing except for his hands stained with blood.

Feeling down, Merka didn't even bother to treat himself.

Finally, he arrived at Kaisemani, and as expected, it was just a ruin.

Wutong is probably dead.

He didn't see him on the list of people in the relief area.

I told him to wait for me to pick him up,

But in the end, I didn't come.

Merka felt that all the pounding of his heart before was in vain.What should I say?

Merka felt the need to say something, but when she picked up the walkie-talkie and pressed the call button, she ended up at a loss for words.

After a long silence, Merka picked up the letter left by the witch.

The letter was now being used by Merka to record the remaining doubts of this difficult situation in Red Port.

What kind of magic did the witch use?

What exactly is the small gear?

Why did the angels all go to find Turing?

...

After much consideration, Merka wrote another question.

Why do people hurt each other?

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Elysiumburg

What am I doing?

Theresa felt like her heart collapsed along with the statue of Red Port's god.

Although she didn't feel anything at that time, as days passed, the impression was like a scar left by a branding iron, painful and deeply hidden, making one involuntarily grit their teeth.

Turing's reluctant expression at that time was sharper than a knife for Theresa.

"Hey, look, Theresa is daydreaming again."

The two maids looked at Theresa, who had her hands behind her back and was staring out of the window, and whispered behind a flower vase.

"Didn't Miss come back already... Why is she so sad?"

"After all, Theresa is forty and still has no children. Maybe her feelings for Miss are not the same..."

One of the maids gave the other maid a glance and said, "You shouldn't say that. Go and talk to Theresa, she's going through a tough time. I'll go to the mistress's office first, come over later, okay?"

The maid nodded and walked towards Theresa.

"Butler, didn't Miss come back? It's not such a big deal to be so sad."

"Miss casually went out and became a hero of Red Port, making quite a splash at the press conference."

"Truly deserving of being called the pride of the aristocracy, the most perfect cigarette. If you ask me, Miss leaving home this time might be a good thing." The maid secretly glanced at Theresa's profile and noticed that her expression did not change, so she continued. But the maid didn't notice that Theresa's hand, leaning on the window frame, had unknowingly clenched tightly.

"Hey, Theresa, you know, is this really a punishment again this time? Like it said in the newspaper..."

Theresa waved her hand in distress, interrupting the maid. "Of course... What else could it be if not a punishment? It's like a nightmare."

Theresa lifted her hand and pushed aside the hair on her forehead, then turned to look at the maid, carefully observing her.

"By the way, what do you have in your hand?" Theresa asked the maid.

"This?" The maid lifted the pen bag filled with pens in her hand. "It's the pen bag used for drawing magic circles."

"The mistress asked for it. Later, I have to go to her to help draw the magic circles. Maybe the mistress suddenly wanted to study magic." The maid innocently said, "What's wrong?"

Theresa's heart throbbed and a numbness spread from deep within her heart.

Does Oedipus need to draw magic circles to use magic?

Just her... isn't she already capable of anything?

"By the way... Turing... where is Miss now?" Theresa's voice trembled slightly, like a bowstring that had already been released.

"She's in the mistress's room."

"It seems that the mistress wants to personally teach Miss magic..." The maid's smile reflected in Theresa's pupils, as if it wanted to penetrate deep into her mind.

An unnamed anger finally uncontrollably overflowed from the corners of Theresa's eyes, which had been filled with restraint.

"Oedipus..." Theresa lowered her voice and growled the woman's name.I should have thought of it earlier.

Isn't this her usual means?

Miss's intermittent amnesia in the past, the pain of nightmares every night, is all because of that woman, her magic.

Although it's hard to believe in such magic.

But seeing Turing becoming more and more afraid, I had to believe it too.

Otherwise, why would Miss only lose the memories related to happy things?

I shouldn't have told Oedipus about that boy...

She used this magic just to cut off all the factors that could influence Turing's control!

If... if in the end, Miss doesn't leave a trace of happiness in her memories.

I will never forgive myself.

"I understand... I'll go see Madam." Theresa said goodbye to the maid and turned away.

Theresa walked briskly towards Oedipus's office, full of momentum. She intended to demand an explanation from Oedipus. Suddenly, Theresa felt that even if today meant her death, she would accept it willingly.

Upon entering Oedipus's office, Theresa didn't hesitate and opened the door.

Theresa entered and looked around. She immediately saw Oedipus sitting at the table in the room, and some maids kneeling on the floor, drawing a magic circle on paper. The pattern of the circle was complex and dense, sending chills down one's spine.

"Madam Ochiai!" Theresa, full of momentum, exclaimed, startling the maids in the room.

Where is Miss? But there's no time to worry about that now. Theresa thought.

"I personally think that controlling someone with the power of magic is the most despicable method."

"You boast about being the most meticulous person in the world, but when it comes to your own daughter, you act like a spoiled child, monopolizing her."

"You could have used emotions to hold onto Turing. Hugs, or even kisses. She was so attached to you, and it would have been effortless for Turing, who needs love..."

"But you chose what you thought was the safest, most confident magic."

"After the Smoke Fairy Festival, the next fireworks contest is related to painting. If you cut out Miss's already limited life experiences from her memories, how can she excel in an artistic competition?"

As Theresa continued speaking, her body started to tremble slightly. Her eyes, nervous and unsettled, looked elsewhere, but her professional demeanor kept her expression restrained.

"Or is it that you're too afraid to even face your own daughter without the magic?"

Theresa breathed lightly, shocked at her own disrespect towards Oedipus.

The surrounding maids were all stunned, unable to understand how Theresa dared to speak to Oedipus like this.

"Are you feeling dizzy, Theresa?" Oedipus showed no anger at Theresa's words, instead, he smiled faintly.

"I called the maids here to draw some magic for the decoration of the Smoke Fairy Festival's fireworks and lights."

"I'm curious, what magic are you referring to when you say I rely on magic?"

"Girls, all of you can leave now." Oedipus clapped his hands, and the maids looked at each other and left the room one after another, closing the door.

Theresa was now feeling a bit flustered, but for the time being, she managed to keep her composure.

"But why did you call Turing then? According to the maids, it was precisely when you were drawing the magic circle..." Theresa said.

"Because I also wanted her to feel the breath of life, to casually praise her performance this time..."

"But in the end, regardless of my explanations, you have no right to ask these questions."

That statement sent Theresa straight into an ice cellar.In Theresa's eyes, Oedipus' confident and mysterious smile clearly indicated that he had gained the upper hand once again.

Isn't this just a way to test her attitude through the maid's words?

"Moreover, aren't you being a bit presumptuous? You didn't even knock when you entered," Oedipus slowly rose from the table and walked towards Theresa.

"This is your last chance, I acknowledge your hard work."

"Know your place." Oedipus stood by Theresa. His hot breath made Theresa's ears feel like they were burning.

Afterwards, Theresa had completely forgotten whether Oedipus had said anything to her.

All she knew was that when she walked out of Oedipus' office, her back was already soaked with cold sweat.

"Sister?" It wasn't until Turing called her that Theresa finally snapped out of it.

So Turing had already arrived at the door.

Turing arrived just in time. I'm sure Oedipus calculated it perfectly, even the time it took for us to talk. Theresa thought painfully.

I'm just a coward after all... Theresa half-knelt down, wanting to hug Turing, who had a pure and sincere look of concern.

But in the end, she only touched Turing's head and stopped herself.