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前情提要：虽然回到了家里，可是尤金和阿兹左发现，神秘人的威胁还是无处不在……
这一天是我有生以来在学校里度过的最糟糕的日子！我无法思想，无法回答问题，我甚至连二加二等于几都记不起来了。
记忆人狠狠地教训了我们。
那天下午我独自回到家，呆呆地坐在自己的房间里，盯着墙壁。
“尤金……”是妈妈在叫， “有人找你……”
我猜想可能是阿兹左，在家感到孤立无援便过来了。
“你好，尤金。”
我差点儿跳了起来，坐在沙发上的竟然是塞曼莎·霍。
“发生了什么事？”她问。
“我不知道。”我喃喃道，眼睛盯着自己的双手，“我想，只是不顺心的一天。”
“真的没什么？”她追问道，“今天早上，你和阿兹左死死地盯着地面，好像看到了什么让人毛骨悚然的东西……”她的声音低了下去，“一条蛇吧？”
“啊？”我恐惧得瑟瑟发抖，“你怎……怎么知道？”
这会儿她的眼神开始变了。她眯缝起双眼，打量着我，仿佛她正在下决心她是否该信任我。“而且你还听到了什么。”她说道。
“像……像风在呼号。”
她点点头，“他是怎么称呼自己的？”她轻声问道。
我逼视着她的双眼，突然间我看出了她的内心是多么惶恐不安。
“记忆人……”我几乎是从牙缝里挤出来的，所以除了她谁也无法听到。 “你是说，你也见过他？”
(待续)
It was the worst day at school I’d ever had! I couldn’t think. I couldn’t answer any questions. I couldn’t even remember what 2 plus 2 came to!
The Memory Man was teaching us a lesson.
That afternoon I went home alone. I sat in my room, staring at the wall.
“Eugene…” It was Mum, “you’ve got a vistitor…”
I guessed it was Azizul, feeling lonely.
“Hello, Eugene.”
I alomost jumped. There, on the sofa, was Samantha Ho.
“What happened?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” I mumbled, staring at my hands. “Just a bad day, I guess.”
“Are you sure?” she said. “This morning you and Azizul were staring at the ground, like you could see something there, something really scary..” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “Was it a snake?”
“Huh?” I was shaking with terror. “H-h-how do you know?”
Her eyes were different now, half-closed, studying me, as though she was trying to decide whether she could trust me. “And you heard something, too,” she said.
“Like—a wind blowing.”
She nodded. “What did he call himself?” she asked in a very low voice.
I looked into her eyes. I could suddenly see how troubled she was.
“The Memory Man…” I barely breathed the words, so nobody could hear hem except her. “You mean, you’ve seen him, too?”
（（To be continued）
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这一天是我有生以来在学校里度过的最糟糕的日子！我无法思想，无法回答问题，我甚至连二加二等于几都记不起来了。
记忆人狠狠地教训了我们。
那天下午我独自回到家，呆呆地坐在自己的房间里，盯着墙壁。
“尤金……”是妈妈在叫， “有人找你……”
我猜想可能是阿兹左，在家感到孤立无援便过来了。
“你好，尤金。”
我差点儿跳了起来，坐在沙发上的竟然是塞曼莎·霍。
“发生了什么事？”她问。
“我不知道。”我喃喃道，眼睛盯着自己的双手，“我想，只是不顺心的一天。”
“真的没什么？”她追问道，“今天早上，你和阿兹左死死地盯着地面，好像看到了什么让人毛骨悚然的东西……”她的声音低了下去，“一条蛇吧？”
“啊？”我恐惧得瑟瑟发抖，“你怎……怎么知道？”
这会儿她的眼神开始变了。她眯缝起双眼，打量着我，仿佛她正在下决心她是否该信任我。“而且你还听到了什么。”她说道。
“像……像风在呼号。”
她点点头，“他是怎么称呼自己的？”她轻声问道。
我逼视着她的双眼，突然间我看出了她的内心是多么惶恐不安。
“记忆人……”我几乎是从牙缝里挤出来的，所以除了她谁也无法听到。 “你是说，你也见过他？”
(待续)
It was the worst day at school I’d ever had! I couldn’t think. I couldn’t answer any questions. I couldn’t even remember what 2 plus 2 came to!
The Memory Man was teaching us a lesson.
That afternoon I went home alone. I sat in my room, staring at the wall.
“Eugene…” It was Mum, “you’ve got a vistitor…”
I guessed it was Azizul, feeling lonely.
“Hello, Eugene.”
I alomost jumped. There, on the sofa, was Samantha Ho.
“What happened?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” I mumbled, staring at my hands. “Just a bad day, I guess.”
“Are you sure?” she said. “This morning you and Azizul were staring at the ground, like you could see something there, something really scary..” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “Was it a snake?”
“Huh?” I was shaking with terror. “H-h-how do you know?”
Her eyes were different now, half-closed, studying me, as though she was trying to decide whether she could trust me. “And you heard something, too,” she said.
“Like—a wind blowing.”
She nodded. “What did he call himself?” she asked in a very low voice.
I looked into her eyes. I could suddenly see how troubled she was.
“The Memory Man…” I barely breathed the words, so nobody could hear hem except her. “You mean, you’ve seen him, too?”
（（To be continued）
）