"Do you think someone intends to murder the Baron?"

Martin's question surprised Yurien for a moment, but he obviously investigated the information and immediately explained: "But Mr. Albert has never had any strangers in the past two months. He and Aunt Gina are the only ones here. I will come once a week... There are also several stone merchants who have been dealing with Mr. Albert for many years, so it should have nothing to do with them."

"Is there no one else?" Martin asked with a frown. Although he had expected it, he did not expect the Baron's life to be so monotonous.

The old maid shook her head: "The last time I went out was half a year ago because I was on my wife's death day, and I went to the suburbs of the city to visit the tombs."

Martin's eyes suddenly noticed the carvings in the yard.

"All these are Mr. Albert's works?"

Yurien also said with emotion: "Yes, since Aunt Anna's death, Mr. Albert has fallen in love with carving, or it is more appropriate to describe it as addiction. The yard is full of his works."

"Well, before he had an abnormality, was also carving?"

"Of course, the wind and rain have never stopped all year round." Yurien nodded.

"Which work is it?"

"Mr. Albert usually works here..." Gina pushed open an inconspicuous wooden door on the right side of the living room.

Martin and the other two arrived at the door.

This studio is larger than expected, about forty or fifty square meters. It is a shed built in an open space behind the yard. It leans against the exterior wall of the house and is connected to the house through this door.

The room is surrounded by walls and the ground, which has not yet been processed, mainly white plaster, plus some rare stones of other colors.

There are many windows on the wall, making the studio look very spacious and without any depressing feeling.

In the center, there is a statue standing.

It was a nearly finished female carving, with a proportion of the same as a real person, only about 1.5 meters and a petite figure.

She tilted her head slightly, holding a clay pot beside her hands. The clay pot was tilted and the mouth of the jar was facing down, as if she was watering something.

After seeing the statue, Martin's eyes narrowed slightly. The moment he noticed the statue, a sad and long sigh seemed to sound in his ear!

Martin was a little dazed and there seemed to be several pictures in front of him.

In the sunny yard, the woman in the sculpture was wearing a goose yellow dress with a gentle smile on her face, either cooking food in the kitchen, cleaning in the yard, or pruning and cutting leaves for flowers and plants.

The smile on her face made Martin feel very healing, as comfortable as soaking in hot water...

Huh~!

Martin breathed a sigh of relief, and in less than half a second, the scene in front of him returned to normal. Although the studio in front of him was bright, he was so cold that he was not angry, which contrasted with the scene he had just seen.

Martin turned his head and looked at the yard with statues outside the window, and vaguely recognized that it was the yard where he had just seen the woman in the busy yard.

"What's wrong?" Cassan found Martin's subtle expression change and asked with his eyes.

Martin glanced at Doriani, Yurien and Gina, and found that they looked as usual.

Obviously, the only one who saw the scene just now was seen.

He shook his head slightly at Kasan without explanation.

In fact, he didn't understand why he saw those pictures.

That was not a superb power, and Martin didn't feel any fluctuations in power.

"This is a work that Mr. Albert has not completed, and it is also the work that he has devoted the most effort. It has been spent nearly half a year and has not been completed yet."

"Is this carving his wife?"

"Yes, Aunt Anna, who has been dead for more than 20 years." Yurien replied sadly.

Martin walked to the statue and wanted to find the scene just now. The woman he just saw should be Anna.

Those images should come from Albert Henry's memory.

But why can you see these pictures yourself?

Martin's heart moved and raised his hand and gently touched the pure white statue. The delicate touch of the plaster came from his fingertips.

This time, he saw several more pictures.

Anna sat at the table with a smile on her face, as if she was telling something.

Martin couldn't hear the sound, but when he saw her hands gently stroking her belly, and the words "child" and "father" that could he not know what it meant.

Anna is pregnant!

A kind of joy from the heart filled Martin's heart, and even his face couldn't help but smile.

But immediately he noticed his changes, and quickly pursed his lips and pressed down the corner of his slightly raised mouth.

"If possible, please do not destroy these statues, especially this one..." Gina asked in a sad tone.

"Does Mr. Albert have children?" Martin asked the two.

"No...or almost, Mrs. Anna died of dysfunction, and neither she nor the child in her belly survived."

A strong sense of sadness also arose in Martin's heart, which formed a strong contrast with the emotions just now, making him feel empathetic.

Kassan had noticed Martin's two loss of consciousness and his emotional changes. The fluctuations in the spiritual sequence slightly radiated, and she was also exploring the abnormality.

Spit out a breath of turbid air, Martin pulled his mind back on track.

Those scenes contain different emotions, comfort, comfort, excitement, sorrow... Each emotion is extremely strong.

This may be the reason why I can see them.

Martin guessed, then turned his head to look at Kasan, noting that she seemed to have noticed something, staring at the statue, slightly absent.

After a while, Cassan blinked and took a deep breath before walking to Martin and communicating with him in a low voice.

"Did you see it too?" Martin asked first.

Kassan nodded and said, "That should be Albert's memory."

Martin was a little puzzled, "Why can we see his memory out of thin air?"

He didn't have similar experience. He had entered the memory fragments of Kaland many times not long ago.

But that can only be achieved by relying on [Mirror Eye] as an intermediary.

[Mirror Eyes] Not only is it an extraordinary item, but also a part of Kaland's body. The statue in front of him did not cause any reaction to the system, indicating that it was just an ordinary statue, but it was carved exquisitely...

"Maybe it has something to do with Albert himself. These memories often appear during carving. The strong emotions leave traces of these memories. This is believed in our spiritual realm that Albert's mind is inherently very powerful, so it has affected reality, but it has not yet reached the level of a transcendent."

Kassan put his hands on his chest and explained in speculation.

"And this is also related to the multiple personalities he can have. Most people should have been unable to bear it for so many personalities, and they have become madmen..."

From Yurien, the Baron can wake up occasionally now and remained awake. The only abnormal thing is that he is very resistant to mentioning other personalities in his body.

"But what we want to know now is what factors have caused Albert to have so many personalities and how to clear away the memories in his mind that do not belong to him." Martin said as he looked at the statue and rubbed his thumb.

Suddenly, his eyes fell on the can in the statue's hand.

The jar is a beautifully crockery jar with many patterns on it. Although it is carved, it looks like a real clay jar.

However, what Martin noticed was not the delicate patterns on the jar, but at the bottom of the jar, some patterns faintly formed a blurred pattern, which was a burning flame mark - the Fire of Modes!

Martin dared not conclude that the pattern must represent this cult. The flame-shaped pattern is also used in art, not all pointing to the Fire of Modes.

Moreover, the pattern is not very clear, and there is a slight difference from the icon of burning flames he had seen before. It may be just a simple coincidence.

I have to check with Baron Henry!

Martin didn't make any statement and secretly recorded this.

From Doriani's discovery in the realm of fate, he has already inferred some of the situation in Baron Henry.

At least it can be confirmed now that Albert Henry was not possessed by the soul, which is what the saying goes, "the body of the ghost".

The personalities in his body should be just some residual memories. For some reason, they entered the Baron's mind and affected the Baron's soul, making the old man show many different personalities.

"The psychological view believes that memory is an important part of a person and one of the important ways to distinguish human individuals." Kassan talks about psychological knowledge.

Martin doesn't mind changing his identities, and occasionally becoming a student.

After all, learning knowledge can also obtain experience value, and Martin is also very curious about psychological knowledge.

"You mean...is the difference between people because of memory?" Doriani asked in confusion.

"It's not just because of memory, it's just one factor," Kassan explained.

"In addition to physical differences, the sequence of mind is often believed to be different memories that lead to different personalities and ways of thinking in each person. Simply put, yesterday and today's you do not think they are the same person in the spiritual realm."

Martin nodded slightly. This statement was somewhat similar to some psychological knowledge he had come into contact with in his previous life, but he didn't know what school it was.

"As for Baron Henry, it may be difficult to figure out the reason why he became like this, but I have a way to solve the current problem." Casan said, a smile appeared on his face.

"Oh? What's the solution?"

"Enter Albert Henry's inner world!"

Hearing this method, Martin frowned.

He had experience of being invaded by dreams, and thought that his inner world should be similar. He knew that it was a very dangerous thing, both for both the invader and the invader.

"It should be dangerous, right?" Martin asked.
To be continued...