I created the Anomaly Control Bureau

Chapter 1034, page 1029: Work
The crackling sounds suddenly filled Ma En's ears. The moment he stepped into the arcade, he felt as if he had passed through some kind of curtain and entered a completely different world.

Compared to the sounds inside the hall, the noise from the street just now was nothing more than whispers, and those neon signs were nothing compared to this. He even felt that all the colors in his vision were there, as if everything was covered with fluorescent paint.

Perhaps because he hadn't been to such places often, the scene before him seemed somewhat bizarre and surreal to Maren, making him forget that he had just been on an ordinary street.

Having this feeling, Mar and Eng also turned around to look behind them...

The solid wall behind him made it seem as if he hadn't actually passed through any door at all.

In an instant, Ma En felt a sense of disorientation, as if he had indeed fallen into some kind of hallucination. This rapid change in environment really resembled something that a mental patient would perceive.

But at this moment, he was also somewhat unsure whether this was a hallucination arising from his own memories. If he had to explain it, he could say that he was actually traveling between different fragments of his own memories...

But thinking of the perfectly placed pile of trash and the strange atmosphere emanating from the arcade, Ma En felt that perhaps he still existed in a continuous memory, and what was disjointed was the space he had passed through.

Although Marne felt that this was not a normal place, most of the guests in his field of vision were playing various arcade games normally, and at least he couldn't see anything particularly strange.

And there weren't any guests who didn't look like ordinary people.

After thinking for a moment, Ma En decided to go to the front desk. There should be someone there who could explain the current situation to him. Besides, he wasn't entering the memories with the help of the mind-reversing drug, so the only thing he needed to be careful about was the abnormal information.

However, just as Ma En walked to the front desk, the young man sitting behind him stood up, took out what looked like a prepaid card, and threw it at Ma En.

"Well done, seventy-nine," he said weakly.

Ma En steadily accepted the card, then looked down and examined it closely. The card looked somewhat like a regular bank card, but it also had a faint metallic, cold texture.

The card itself is entirely black with rounded corners, and one side is marked with the number "7200". Apart from that, there are no other words or decorations.

Considering the situation just now, this is somewhat like a kind of currency.

He then turned to look at the arcade again, wanting to see what the other customers were doing, but a strong sense of unease suddenly welled up in his heart. A moment later, Ma En realized the source of this feeling.

The layout of those arcade machines seems to have undergone subtle changes.

He immediately tried to shift his gaze, and then he realized that he didn't even need to completely look away, because as his attention shifted, the layout of the arcade machines changed again.

With those eerie colors and sounds, Ma En felt as if he were looking into a kaleidoscope so huge that it could contain him as well.

Noticing this, Ma En did not immediately look away, but kept his eyes on the arcade machines. Almost all the customers were playing games in front of the arcade machines, and a few were moving between different arcade machines.

But no one got up and went to the front desk, and...

"Boss, it's done."

But then he heard the voices of other guests coming from behind him, as if they had all deliberately avoided his line of sight and walked to the front desk. Clearly, the environment here had some unusual characteristics.

Whether through mental illusions, light manipulation, or spatial alterations, he clearly could not fully believe what he was seeing here.

Ma En turned around again and saw several ordinary-looking guests at the front desk. After waiting for a short while, more guests walked up from behind him.

Moreover, the receptionist, who was addressed as the boss, gave them many different cards, but he didn't say anything to these guests, unlike just now when he specifically addressed them by his title.

79 is clearly not a name, but some kind of code.

Ma En has basically figured out the situation. This place should be some kind of unusual exchange, and it is very likely a place for something like mercenary commissions or assassin organizations.

The constantly changing, bizarre scenery around them was clearly some kind of disguise, and it's even possible that these customers collecting their payment were also in some kind of disguise; otherwise, it would be hard to explain why they all looked like ordinary people. "Is there anything else, Seventy-Nine?" the man behind the counter asked.

After thinking for a moment, Mar and Eng looked at him:

"Any work coming up lately?"

The young man frowned, then pointed behind Marne:

"You know the rules."

Clearly, he asked the wrong question.

But there was no sign that the memory was about to collapse.

Marne pointed to his head:

"We just bumped into something here."

The man shook his head:

"Don't joke with me. If you keep doing this, I'll start to suspect that you've been parasitized by something. If you want to take orders, just turn around and walk a few steps."

"But if you really experience psychological attacks, it's best to see a doctor now."

Ma En didn't say much. He turned around and went back to the main area of ​​the arcade as instructed. After taking a few steps, he heard a sound behind him.

It was still a sound from outside sight.

"You're seventy-nine?"

Ma En turned around and saw the voice coming from a middle-aged man riding a motorcycle arcade game with his back to him. The man was playing the game and pointed to the empty motorcycle next to him.

Although he didn't quite understand the rule, Ma En still got on the motorcycle next to him:

"Have you heard of my name?"

Faced with his probing, the middle-aged man simply smiled:

"A friend recommended you. I know you have a lot of rules, and I didn't really want to hire you, but he guaranteed that you were very cost-effective. I don't think I've ever heard of you messing things up, right?"

Marx and Engels answered in a pretentious manner:

"I don't accept tasks I can't do."

The man nodded:

"Very good, I assure you there are no problems with my mission. Your task is simple: escort our goods to the target location. Of course, there's a reason I'm asking you."

"This time, the target is in the Dark Dimension, so we can't just use teleportation technology to move the target. Also, this mission has a special feature: we need you to transport living beings. But don't worry..."

When he said those last few words, he noticeably sped up, as if afraid that Maren might misunderstand something.

"...We are not smuggling people; the goods themselves will cooperate with your work."

(End of this chapter)