I created the Anomaly Control Bureau

Chapter 1032, Section 1027: What Kind of Person?

Mar and Eng neither agreed nor disagreed with her viewpoint:
What is the third question?

Qin Lan tapped the armrest of the sofa with her pen:

"Just share your current understanding of love and marriage."

Maren frowned slightly; this question was quite difficult for him.

"If you were to ask me for my opinion based on the information I have, I would say that love is like a kind of intimate relationship between two highly intelligent beings based on romantic imagination, while marriage may be a unique relationship between love and kinship after the romance fades. But to be honest, I can't really understand these things."

"After all, as someone who has never experienced this feeling, I can't offer any insights. Perhaps I've had this experience before, but after losing my memory, I don't know anything about it."

"I can only guess at things I don't know."

To be honest, the only answer he could give was "speculation".

Qin Lan nodded:

“It’s okay, you’ve already explained it very well. Everyone has their own understanding of these two things. Some people think the latter is the grave of the former, while others think that the relationship in marriage is the real one.”

"The key is not what is the truth, but your perspective on things. This reveals your true nature more than anything else. Rather than right or wrong, the real point of your answer lies in distance."

“You maintain a distance in both of these things, and I suspect this is likely how you’ve felt in the past, even when you’re in love and marriage, you’ve adopted a similar perspective.”

"Alright, the first step of the questioning process is over. Now you can ask me a few questions about the past, but I hope this time you can focus your questions on your deceased wife, as this will help with our subsequent treatment."

"And I won't answer all your questions. I'll guide you as needed. And for now, you need to relax a little and imagine we're in a secluded place in a forest, next to a clear pond, and all the walls around us are dense trees that completely isolate us from the outside world."

"No sound will flow out of here, and no sound will slip in."

As she spoke, her expression changed slightly, as if she were reciting some kind of incantation. Ma En could imagine that, in Qin Lan's eyes, she was probably repeating the hypnotic techniques she had used on him before, in order to pave the way for the work to come.

Marx and Engels first raised a very general question:
"From my perspective, what kind of person do you think my deceased wife was, or how do you think I viewed her, especially after setting aside your doubts, what is it that I want to express?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Lan also fell into thought; it seemed this was not a particularly easy question for her to answer.

“Good question. What kind of person is she? I’ve never looked at her like this before. What you said has actually reminded me a little, because you are so unique that I may have overlooked something very important.”

"At least in your and Pastor Chen's accounts, that girl seems to be perfect. I've never heard you mention any of her flaws, but often perfection is almost synonymous with pathology."

"She is not only capable and earns a lot of money, but she also loves you very much."

"To be honest, it might be because you, as the narrator, only tell the second half. But what I hear from you is more about what she did for you, rather than what you did for her."

"To be honest, from this perspective, she may also be under some kind of pressure. Perhaps you are both giving to each other, but you are both bearing burdens beyond your limits."

Marne interrupted her speculation about her theory and then asked, "Besides that, could you give some details?"

Qin Lan nodded:

"Then let me tell you some details. Hmm, I remember she really likes to cook. You said that she usually does the cooking at home, and she's the kind of foodie who's very willing to delve into things and has a lot of ideas."

"She can not only easily make quite delicious food, but she can also easily handle both complicated and simple methods, and she can always discover new dishes."

"According to you, being her husband is a complete pleasure in this respect. You also said that you always feel like you have become a particularly good gourmet because you have eaten so many good things."

"And you always complained that the hospital food was really not to your liking."

Ma En's eyes lit up slightly. This detail was indeed unexpected for him. Since he first regained his memories, he had not been particular about food.

Although he didn't eat much of the hospital food, it was definitely not bad; in fact, by cafeteria standards, it was quite excellent.

If that's the case, then his deceased wife, who died in the New World, was probably a truly top-notch chef.

“That’s very interesting,” Ma En continued, “Anything else like that you can tell me about?”

Qin Lan pondered for a moment:

“We have always maintained a degree of restraint in our discussions about your late wife, after all, she is related to your illness, so I certainly don’t know most of her characteristics, and what I do mention may not be her most important qualities.”

"However, I remember you once said that she really liked animals, and you even said that she didn't really like keeping pets. At least you two never kept any lively pets in your lives. You did keep things like insects and fish, which are animals that are further away from everyday life."

"Her love for animals was more focused on visiting the zoo. She seemed to frequently suggest to you that you go to the zoo to see various animals, although you don't remember it, but you did mention it at the time..."

"She's not the type to find animals cute. You're not as strongly inclined as she is in this regard, but you can understand her thoughts a little better. She simply finds those animals beautiful."

"Your original words were probably something like, 'To her, animals are beautiful in themselves; they are beautiful when they move, beautiful when they stay still, beautiful when they sleep, beautiful when they hunt, beautiful when they are alive, and beautiful when they die.'"

"To be honest, when I first heard this, I thought you were describing some kind of psychopathic killer. Your expression at the time also showed your agreement with her, as if you held a similar view."

"If you ask me, you really do have an eye for beauty."

She asked, half-jokingly.

Marx and Engels nodded:

"I haven't seen any animals since I lost my memory, but if someone thinks that life that can move and is completely different from ours is beautiful, then it's not something that can't be understood."

(End of this chapter)