I created the Anomaly Control Bureau

Chapter 908, Section 903: An Incredible Discovery

What happened next was simple. Marne didn't waste any more words with the servants of the Supreme Will, nor did he give them any chance to unleash their mental power. He used brutal flames to destroy all the enemies.

Along the way, he encountered many biological weapons at the level of Tier V, but he did not encounter any obstacles.

They were all too weak in the face of the sun god's power.

After resolving the issue of the anti-spiritual medicine, Ma En returned to the border area to practice martial arts, while Li Hongyu continued to study martial arts with a furrowed brow, and he did not disturb her.

Life continued peacefully, without any further disturbances...

Just when Ma En thought the day of revisiting his memories would arrive uneventfully, he received an urgent call from Qin Lan.

Anomaly Control Bureau, Qin Lan's office.

She turned the monitor toward Marne:
“We have completed the initial census. Almost all the names you provided could not be matched with any person. Moreover, our census also included the physical information you provided, which means that if they were still alive, they would also be unregistered.”

This possibility exists, but it's far less likely than the possibility that they are already dead.

Qin Lan continued:

"However, there is one survivor among the martial arts school's disciples, and he is a relatively important member, namely Liu Feiyu, whom you specifically mentioned."

She clicked the mouse a few times, and the screen displayed a document.

Marx and Engels looked at the document in surprise:
"She survived?"

Qin Lan nodded:

"That's right. According to our investigation, Liu Feiyu is an orphan and has no family. We also investigated all her social connections, and none of them contained the names you mentioned."

"According to the investigation, she left the orphanage when she was fifteen or sixteen. Information was not easy to find in the first few years, so we sent a psychic to investigate."

"And the result we got was that it was ordinary; her life was as ordinary as it gets."

"She had the most ordinary friends, the most ordinary job, the most ordinary worries, and the most ordinary, mundane life. There was nothing to say about her, until more than two years ago..."

"She suddenly displayed remarkable athletic talent. After meeting a friend who was a former professional athlete, she immediately entered the sports world and is now an outstanding professional gymnast."

"And she has achieved good results in several competitions recently."

"It's a bit too kind of her to someone who's trained for two years. Of course, if we hadn't known about her past beforehand, we would have just thought she was exceptionally talented."

Looking at the face on the screen that wasn't much older than he remembered, Ma En said:

"Keep a close eye on her, and notify me immediately if anything seems amiss."

What concerned Ma En more than Liu Feiyu's survival was that she was the only one who survived. He had already inquired about the population of the former world, and the figure was 120 billion.

Even if this number is inflated, it probably won't make much of a difference.

In other words, if the population at the time of the fault line was close to this number, then the ratio of the past population to the present population should be about six to one.

But almost all of those martial artists died.

Perhaps they, as members of the anomalous realm, participated in that final battle.

“But this isn’t our most important discovery,” Qin Lan said with an extremely serious expression, but her words carried a hint of hesitation stemming from a lack of confidence. “If I’m not mistaken, we might have found…”

She raised her hand and clicked the mouse again, then paused before saying:

"Divine Fist".

The person appearing on the screen now was a somewhat frail-looking old man, whose complexion didn't look very good, a stark contrast to the strong and energetic Fist of God. But Ma En could still see that their faces did indeed bear some resemblance.

He immediately understood why Qin Lan was so hesitant and doubtful. When he saw the photo, Ma En couldn't connect it with that powerful martial artist at all.

But he soon realized that this difference stemmed more from temperament.

If you really compare their appearances carefully in your mind, apart from this face being a little older than the Divine Fist in his memory, there is actually no real difference.

Qin Lan clicked the mouse again, and several more photos from different ages appeared:

"These are all the photos we could find. If he didn't dislike taking pictures, then many of them have been lost, and the earliest one is from a year and a half ago."

The elderly men in these photos also exuded the air of old age and frailty, and were equally difficult to connect with the portraits and photographs in Marx's memory. However, after carefully examining the faces of the elderly men again, he dispelled his last doubts.

It looks completely different, but there's no doubt that this is God Fist.

Or maybe it's his twin brother or something.

"His name..." Marne asked.

“Wang Sheng,” Qin Lan replied, “It’s Wang Sheng. And according to the intelligence we’ve received, he has almost no relatives now. His son, daughter, son-in-law, and partner have all been dead for a long time.”

"According to the information we have investigated, the latest they died was five years ago, but we suspect that this information is quite inaccurate because their causes of death are rather vague and bizarre."

"They didn't leave any bodies behind, so it's very likely they were killed in the past, and the timeline might not match what we found."

Marx and Eng then asked:

"So he still has relatives?"

Qin Lan nodded:

"He has a grandson named Wang Liu, and it was he who took his grandfather to the hospital, which is why I ultimately believe he must be Wang Sheng..."

"More than two years ago, he was admitted to a hospital with elderly care facilities due to Alzheimer's disease, and as you may have guessed, yes..."

"He is now at the Victor Sanatorium where you used to stay."

Marx and Engels' expressions immediately turned serious:
"Is this the same nursing home as me?"

He asked that because there are many Victor Sanatoriums.

Qin Lan nodded:

"Yes, it's the one where the people with amnesia are. Victor's Nursing Home does offer this service, taking care of elderly people with some mobility issues and providing them with treatment..."

"But this is too much of a coincidence."

She spoke the words that were on Maren's mind.

Qin Lan looked at him:
"What do we do now? Should we send someone to contact him? Perhaps he has some secrets, but there may also be dangers around him that we shouldn't provoke. Maybe his dementia is caused by someone who can't remember."

"Perhaps the unrememberable beings are continuing to attack him..."

Marne interrupted:
"Prepare a fake identity, a fake spiritual aura, a fake appearance for me. Also, prepare a complete backup of all my memories, and form a special team that can only fight against those who cannot remember their memories, so that they can guarantee that they can pull me back at any time through the Anomaly Control Bureau."

Qin Lan looked at him in surprise.

Marx and Engels responded with a resolute look:
"I want to meet him in person."