I created the Anomaly Control Bureau

Chapter 1016, 1011. The Dream Fades

The sound faded, and all the warmth vanished.

The heavy darkness pressed down again, and after a long time, a few rays of sunlight finally peeked through, but they no longer had the warmth they once had; instead, they were cold and glaring.

Ma En opened his eyes.

The morning sunlight, like gauze, intertwined with the curtains, passed through the wardrobe, and fell upon him, gradually dispelling the heavy, stone-like sleepiness within him...

Wait, where is he?
After a moment, Maren came to his senses and realized that he hadn't been in such a dazed state in a long time. Usually, he was fully awake when he woke up.

But at this moment, he felt a sense of disorientation, as if his body didn't belong to him. It wasn't until his thoughts drifted to this point that he gradually remembered what had happened yesterday: he had first heard hallucinations, and then Kania explained the situation to him...

Then, upon hearing the name of his so-called "wife," he seemed to fall into a more intense hallucination, although when he woke up at that moment, the feeling was closer to a dream to him.

But he still remembered that he entered the illusion directly in front of Kania.

Or perhaps he did have hallucinations after falling asleep, but he blacked out. It's likely that Kania's help will be needed to figure out exactly what happened.

Clearly, his ex-wife's name could indeed induce some hallucinations, and it seemed to be a memory he had before the fault line, but Maren was highly skeptical of this.

If this is a real memory, how could I have accessed it so easily? Moreover, this memory has a resistance mechanism that other memories don't have at all. This feeling of being both near and far is quite bizarre.

With many questions in mind, Ma En got up and looked around at his surroundings.

There were a few pills on the bedside table, and a note with writing on it next to them.

He picked it up; there was a sentence written in neat handwriting on the slip of paper.

"If you feel unwell, you can take these pills first. If there are any further problems, there should be patrolling priests and nurses outside who can help you. I will arrange a meeting with Dr. Qin for you in a few days."

This was clearly a suggestion left by Kania.

To be honest, he was still a little unaccustomed to the gentleness of Kania, but Ma En still carefully put the note in his pocket and casually hid the pills in the cabinet.

He planned to take this opportunity to walk around the hospital by himself.

The most important clue he has now is Ning Changkong, who claims to have divine eyes, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t anything else worth paying attention to in the hospital.

For example, if I could release Shenxiao, who is said to be imprisoned in legend, at the right time, it might be of great help. Of course, this is a relatively distant matter.

After all, he is still unclear about the situation of this world and Shenxiao, and he has also lost his spiritual power. His primary problem now should be to regain his power and find out the details of his opponent.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to fulfill his "mission" of sheltering those who couldn't remember.

However, that doesn't mean there's nothing to care about in this hospital. In fact, at this moment, he probably has an opportunity and advantage that is much closer than Shenxiao's, namely Shenquan, who was imprisoned here after the fault line.

If he were still here, he might be able to provide me with a lot of help, after all, he was once a member of the Fearless Five, and martial arts is such an unreasonable thing.

Thinking this, Maren quietly pushed open the door. At this moment, there were only a few patients moving around in the corridor, but within his field of vision, there were several nurses, and even further away, the figure of a priest. Seeing this, Maren first walked out of the room with a natural expression and began to wander around the corridor at will, looking for something like a map, preparing to figure out the surrounding structure first.

He quickly found a place that resembled an indoor activity area and restaurant, and even a professional gym, but he didn't see anything like a map.

However, finding your way around the hospital won't be a problem, because there are an unusually large number of nurses. Even though it's only just dawn, there are nurses everywhere, and they all seem to be quite free.

Compared to nurses in a normal hospital, they felt more like the tentacles of this hospital to Maren.

Therefore, he did not ask the nurse about the Divine Fist. The best-case scenario would be to bump into him by chance, but if he really couldn't find the Divine Fist on his own, he should ask other patients.

Without a map, he could only rely on himself to move towards the ward area where the Divine Fist had been last time. However, the specific layout of the mental hospital had changed drastically. Ma En was unsure whether he was still in the same place, or even whether he was still in the mental hospital at all.

Just as he was searching for the figure of the Divine Fist, a figure leaning against the railing caught his attention.

Marne walked over to the thin man and also leaned against the railing:
Hi, do you remember me?

The shadow tilted its head slightly to look at Ma En, its eyes appearing rather dull and empty. It stared at Ma En for more than ten seconds before slowly speaking:
"Your name is Maren?"

This former psychic, top-tier federal enforcer who could simultaneously possess countless clones, was now unable to even speak the simplest words properly, his symptoms far more severe than those of other patients.

Ma En suspects that this may be because he was once a psychic, and his consciousness structure is different from most psychics, which is why he has suffered such severe damage.

"You said you are a shadow?" Ma En asked curiously.

The shadow nodded, but said nothing.

Marx and Eng then asked:

Do you remember what you used to do?

The shadow simply gazed quietly at the distant scenery, completely ignoring Marx and Engels.

Seeing this, Marx and Engels were not discouraged and continued to ask in different ways:
What does "shadow" mean?

This time, he answered after about ten seconds:

"A shadow is just a shadow."

Actually, Ma En had hoped that Shadow could also provide him with some help. After all, although he wasn't particularly conspicuous, Shadow was undoubtedly one of the strongest ability users after the break.

Especially considering his abilities and the information he possesses, he might have some miraculous effect on the current situation, but it seems that my idea has completely failed.

"Do you remember how you got in?" he asked, still somewhat unwilling to give up.

"Stop wasting your breath," a steady male voice sounded behind Ma En. "This guy probably has no idea what he's talking about. You're just wasting your time here."

(End of this chapter)