steps and narrow paths.
I don’t think that I have gathered many clues today at the Great Wall. I don’t know why, but I have this
feeling that I’ve been to the Great Wall before. I must be out of my mind.
29
th-30th July, 2012
What happened these two days are not exactly relevant to the case. So I won’t note anything down. It just
happens to contain some wild shopping spree among us girls.
31
st July, 2012
Roman suggests something quite bizarre today, but I agree with him as it will help solve the case. He said,
‘
Let’s sneak past security tonight and camp at the Great Wall.’ Did your jaw drop? Mine did. I, a FBI agent, am
going to break the law tonight.
9:00
pm
It’s crazy. Here we are, camped at the Great Wall. Tents are pulled up and we are talking in whispers. We
just hide in one of the towers and wait for the time for it to be closed.
I’m going to wait for the security guard to go to sleep before I go along route G4 to tower 33.
It is now well past midnight. I tiptoe out of my tent and look for signs that will pinpoint my way. I am
currently near tower 25, so there’s still some way to go.
When I have arrived at tower 33, I find myself exposed to some writings on the wall.
‘
Use your finger to trace a circle around you and say Wo Shi Wan Li Chang Cheng De Bo Hu Zhe, Gei
Wo Jing Qu.’
I know that it means ‘I am the protector of the Great Wall, let me in.’
I follow the instructions. Suddenly, I feel as if there were an invisible hand that pulls me forward and I fall
headfirst into a hole.
It is pitch dark in here. I must be under the Great Wall, like a basement or something. I better pocket my
notebook first. I’ll fill you in later.
***********
That’s it. It all stopped there. My memory. Right after I went into the underground. It’s 8th August, 2012
now and I’m back in Chicago! I don’t know what happened during the time between. I just woke up in my own
bed yesterday, completely baffled of how I got there. Emily was there when I woke up, but she refused to tell
me anything. ‘Where’s Morgan?’ I asked her, but she just threw me a melancholy look.
I am so confused.
Today, Emily gave me back my recorder. I must have accidentally pressed it when I tumbled down the
hole. I pressed ‘play’ and this was what I heard.
(
rusting sound)
My voice: Ouch! It hurts…Roman! What’re you doing here?
Roman: Lower your voice, there are things down here.
Me: (Dropping to a whisper) What things?
Roman: Come with me.
(
footsteps crunching)
Roman: There. Can you see the Chinese?
Me: They’re performing Martial Arts!
Roman: Yes. Now, Jolie, I need you to help me do something. I want you to keep watch…
A voice butts in: Don’t trust him, Jolie. He’s a thief.
Roman: Ah, Mr Mary, what makes you say that?
Mary: (In a rash voice) He’s a thief. He’s trying to steal the treasure down here.
Roman: Be rational. Why will I do that?
Mary: You’re the son of Graham Freeman…
Me: Wait a moment. Graham Freeman? Wasn’t he one of those who went missing eighteen years ago?
Mary: Yes. I traced down on Freeman and found that this person is in fact his son. Freeman knew that
there was a treasure inside the Great Wall, but he failed to steal it eighteen years ago.
Me: Is that a gun, Roman?
Roman: (Snarling) Shut up if you want to live longer. It’s true. I’m Graham Freeman’s son. My father
wouldn’t have died were it not for your parents and you.
Me: (Stammering) My parents and me?
Roman: You really forget everything, didn’t you? So it’s true then. There’s really black magic enclosed in
these walls that implies that no one leaves here unless their memories are wiped clean. Let me tell you, you are
Trixie Mills, and your parents are Daniel Mills and Andrea Mills. You were here before when you were five.
Me: What! I…