Yi Jianghan called me because he suspected that Sang Yan had disappeared.

Someone deliberately erased the traces of her disappearance, using resignation as an excuse to normalize her vanishing.

Especially when asked about her resignation, everyone in the company spoke in unison, without missing a single detail, which made him feel even more suspicious.

And I am the only one who doesn't remember that Sang Yan has already resigned.

He wanted to know if I had noticed anything unusual recently.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

Great, it turns out it's not me with the problem.

As for the anomalies...

The first thing that came to my mind was the nightmare from last night. I quickly shook my head, afraid that he would think I'm crazy.

Then I remembered something.

About a week ago, a special pattern started appearing in Sang Yan's videos, supposedly a watermark made by the company.

Since no one else had it, I paid special attention.

But when I opened the video to show Yi Jianghan, the watermark had disappeared.

This blatant cover-up made me even more suspicious.

Yi Jianghan obviously felt the same way. He reviewed those videos repeatedly, frowning and asking, "Do you remember what the pattern looked like?"

I tried hard to recall and roughly drew it.

He took it and looked at it for a while, then picked up a pen and drew on the paper for a long time. Suddenly, he wrote down a long string of symbols next to it, and his expression turned serious.

"These are runes that manipulate memories."

By placing them in Sang Yan's videos and live stream backgrounds, anyone who saw them would be unconsciously influenced.

When the time came, the runes would be triggered, and their memories would be altered.

It sounds like everyone in the company has been hypnotized.

But I also saw this pattern, so why didn't my memory change?

He tapped the table, contemplating, "Some people are naturally insensitive to the information in the pattern, that's also possible."

"Or..."

He looked at me, his eyes deepening.

"The runes only affect mortals, and you—you're not a mortal?"

"Excuse me!"

A hint of killing intent appeared in his gaze. He formed hand seals, and a golden light entered my brow.

Wait, golden light?

I widened my eyes and grabbed his hand before he could retract it, speaking in a resolute voice, "It's you!"

He froze, even a bit dazed, and tried to pull his hand back, shaking his arm.

But I held on tighter, staring into his eyes and pressing, "I wasn't dreaming, right?"

"What dream?"

"This morning, at the company entrance, black qi attacked me."

"You saved me, then knocked me unconscious. Why did you hit me?"

I asked aggressively.

If you're going to save me, just save me. Why knock me out?

His eyes slowly widened, his face filled with disbelief.

"Impossible, you're just a mortal. How could the memory-clearing spell have no effect on you?"

Spell?

I squinted.

Alright! You monster!