I created the Anomaly Control Bureau

Chapter 1033, Chapter 1028: In My Youth

Qin Lan shook her head:

"Birds of a feather flock together. Anyway, she just thinks animals are beautiful, and it's not just a simple liking for cute little animals. Whether it's elephants, lions, chameleons, geckos, or dung beetles, she seems to have the ability to find beauty in them, which is actually a pretty good ability."

"At least from this perspective, her mental health should be relatively good. If what you did hadn't completely exceeded the normal human capacity, I wouldn't have suspected you of having a problem."

Marne said:

“If I hadn’t killed her, you probably wouldn’t have suspected anything was wrong.”

Qin Lan paused for a moment, then said thoughtfully:

“What you said isn’t without merit, but what has happened has already happened. Rather than believing that there is a powerful, invisible, and intangible demon, I’m more inclined to believe that you killed your own wife.”

"Of course, I'm not blaming you. It was probably just an accident that no one wanted to happen, otherwise you wouldn't have lost that memory. And I'm not a judge, I'm a doctor."

All I need to do is heal you.

Marx and Engels nodded, and said, half-jokingly:

"It's okay, I don't care about these things. You can continue to tell me about her situation. Hearing what you're saying makes me feel like I'm remembering something."

Qin Lan nodded:

"Let me think of any other unique details that might help you remember her. Oh, by the way, you once mentioned something very interesting. Would you like to know how you two met?"

Marx and Engels showed a curious expression:

"Of course, have I told you all this?"

Qin Lan replied:
"Actually, that's not entirely accurate, because you didn't say that this was our first meeting, but you did mention why you gradually became familiar with each other at the beginning."

"You met her at an arcade or something, and you said you met through playing fighting games, and at first you couldn't beat her at all."

"So you quickly chose to ask her for tips on fighting games. Although it sounds a bit like flirting, you told me that at the time you were simply focused on improving your skills..."

Upon hearing this, Ma En felt his head spinning. He also noticed that Qin Lan's expression changed, as if she had also noticed his reaction.

"...Let's move away from the swamp, look towards that small pond, relax, feel your breath, and with each breath you will feel your body become more relaxed, your body belongs to you..."

"……pond……"

Marne slumped to the ground.

"Cough cough." He coughed up the blood that was stuck in his mouth.

He then immediately realized that the coughs were his own, meaning they were completely different from the previous two memories. He could control this body, just like the effect of taking the mind-reversing drug before.

He quickly looked up to observe his surroundings. It was a rather narrow and dark alley, with piles of garbage on both sides, so much so that it blocked the view of passersby.

But what's even more striking is that not far in front of him, by the wall, there is a limp body embedded in the wall, and its head is completely gone, replaced by blooming bright red blood.

After just a few glances, Ma En was pretty sure that the scars on his body came from mental power.

Then, following his intuition, he looked down at his own body.

Young. This body is obviously much younger than he is now, and it's also half a size smaller. In other words, if he didn't inhabit someone else's body, this is likely a memory from before he was fully developed.

Looking at the condition of his hands, Ma En found it difficult to accurately determine his current age, only roughly estimating it to be around fourteen to sixteen.

Moreover, if his development speed is different from that of ordinary people, this may also be inaccurate, since he does not know at what speed young people before the time gap developed their bodies.

Then, he raised his hand and touched his face.

Something familiar.

Ma En looked at the corpse.

Unfortunately, he couldn't bring himself to speak, but...

Snapped.

The corpse, which had been embedded in the wall, was suddenly pulled out and spun around in the air several times like a rag doll being tossed around, before slowly falling to the ground.

Mental strength, Rank IV, medium intensity.

This doesn't look like an arcade at all.

Marne stepped forward and searched through his clothes, hoping to find something of interest, but there were no identification documents in any of his pockets, only a few high-end-looking automatic syringes.

In other words, he wasn't attacked by himself while walking down the street; the deceased was prepared to fight. So, what about his own situation...?

He patted himself down but couldn't find anything that looked like a wallet or a phone.

Didn't you even bring your phone?
In other words, this could very well be a tacit agreement between the two sides, some kind of "arranged fight"? Or is this alley not even within the normal boundaries of the city?
After examining the body, Marne could only determine that the deceased was between twenty-five and thirty years old, but there were no organs of other species or obvious modification devices on his body.

After a quick internal check to make sure there were no other problems, Ma En turned and walked back towards the alley he had been facing away from, intending to leave from there.

Although there are still many mysteries surrounding this battle, Marne did not want to waste too much time on it.

Because if he's not mistaken, these are likely his own real memories, not the memories of others that exist in his mind, and this could very well be a change brought about by the new world.

If his speculation is correct, it also means that the destined returnee easily accomplished what the anti-mind medicine could not, which is probably related to the Divine Eye's choice of this future.

He even suspected that if he just climbed over that mountain of garbage, he would see the divine eye waiting outside.

With that thought in mind, Ma En tiptoed over the garbage mountain.

A cacophony of sounds immediately filled his ears, and the colorful lights instantly made the night as bright as a cloudy day. Pedestrians whispered among themselves, and various signs flashed different lights.

If it weren't for the flight paths that existed before the fault line, the incredibly tall buildings in the distance, and the unusual clothing of the pedestrians, Maren would have thought this was just an ordinary street after the fault line.

He turned around and looked behind him, where there was a smelly trash can.

But there is no alley at all.

Then he looked across the street again. Although the surrounding shops were very eye-catching and there were often pedestrians with unique styles on the street, none of them were as dazzling as the shop directly across the street.

That was an arcade.

(End of this chapter)