I created the Anomaly Control Bureau

Chapter 911, Section 906: Escape
A blank look fell lightly on Ma En, making him clearly realize that what the old man in front of him was saying was not some kind of hint, but the most direct and simple question.

"Do you remember who you are?" Ma En did not answer his question. "I mean no harm, I just want to help you. You should be able to realize that something is wrong with your situation."

Wang Sheng asked, puzzled:
"what are you saying?"

Marx and Engels countered with:
Do you remember where you are? Why are you seeing me?

Upon hearing this, he belatedly looked around, then said with a hint of confusion:
"Where is this?"

Marx and Engels asked:

Do you remember martial arts?

The old man blinked and asked again:
What martial art?

The current situation is not what he had hoped for.

He just has dementia, or maybe...

The person with no memory arrived nearby.

Ma En suppressed the urge to jump immediately. In fact, he was constantly counting down the jump. As long as he "forgot" to cancel the countdown, he would be teleported away from here immediately.

And if anything seems amiss, he will immediately flee.

Marx and Engels quickened their pace:
"Mr. Wang, do you remember having Alzheimer's disease?"

Hearing this, he looked down at his hands and then said with some surprise:
"Me? With Alzheimer's?"

Maren then said:

"Think carefully about what you remember..."

Wang Sheng looked up at Marx and Engels in confusion:
"Am I an old man?"

He did not answer Maren's question, but Maren felt that perhaps it was not that he did not want to do so; it seemed that Wang Sheng had lost many basic cognitive abilities at this moment.

Even his thoughts were somewhat disjointed.

The old man studied Marx and Engels' face as if he were pondering something, before he spoke:

"How old am I?"

Marx and Engels replied:
"According to the number on your ID, you are now 97 years old."

Wang Sheng looked at Marx and Engels' faces with puzzlement, as if he were looking at something he had never seen before:

"How did I end up like this? And who am I? What is martial arts?"

Seeing this, Marx and Engels no longer concealed their true intentions:

"You are Divine Fist King Sheng, the most powerful martial artist in history, but for some reason, you recently had a problem with your memory and memory function, and you no longer remember any martial arts."

"Did you remember anything?"

Wang Sheng narrowed his eyes slightly and answered crisply:
"No."

Although he was still confused and couldn't remember anything, Ma En could sense that the old man in front of him had undergone some extremely subtle changes, and the temperament he displayed was completely different from before.

If the man just now was a kind and strong-willed ordinary old man, then the man standing here now is a spirited and energetic ordinary young man.

Indeed, Maren still didn't sense any aura of a peerless master in him.

Marx and Engels then explained:
"The book on the table was written by you. You used to be an exceptionally powerful martial artist. You may find what I'm saying a little hard to understand, but you were once a peerless being who could pluck the sun from the sky with your bare hands."

"We suspect that you have been attacked in some way, which is why you are in this situation now."

After hearing his words, Wang Sheng frowned:
"Wait, am I in a mental hospital now?"

Marx and Engels replied:
"You're at Victor's Sanatorium. It is indeed a mental hospital, but it's also a nursing home." Wang Sheng looked enlightened.
"No wonder, do you remember how you got here?"

Marx and Engels suddenly realized why he had asked that question:
"I'm not mentally ill, and this isn't a place to stay for long. Relax, and I'll show you..."

As he spoke, Ma En enveloped Wang Sheng with his telekinetic power and then directly contained him:
"us……"

He didn't say anything more.

Because nothing happened.

Wang Sheng looked at him with a mixture of confusion and wariness:
"What do you want to say?"

A cold silence spread through the air.

Maren tried several more times, but the control bureau still did not respond.

Now he was certain that the man in front of him was the invincible Divine Fist. Although he looked thin and weak and all his movements were soft and powerless, this was not the truth.

Because I simply couldn't "subdue" him.

Even if he himself couldn't realize it, and Maren couldn't detect any signs of martial arts or power, the Control Bureau acted like an absolutely impartial referee, providing an incredibly cold answer:
He is God Fist, and he still is.

The latter is also good news. Since he couldn't subdue him, it means that the power that can change the whole world still exists in his body, even though his body doesn't look that strong.

It's possible that this is actually some kind of "hallucination," and that his body is still strong.

But there is another possibility: that Shenquan's body is indeed experiencing problems at this moment. He is currently using the body of an old man that he feels is weak, but his martial arts have not been completely lost.

Even with his weakened body, his martial arts skills remained terrifyingly strong.

Of course, if Marx and Engels wanted to know the exact answer, they would have to conduct tests.

However, it is clearly unwise to test him directly by brute force, and it is not very feasible to slowly seek his consent.

Therefore, Marx and Engels quickly put this idea behind them:

"Look at this."

He raised his hand and simultaneously used his mental power to lift the books behind him.

The old man looked surprised:

"What? What is going on?"

Marx and Engels stepped aside to make way for the floating books:
“I don’t have much time, so I’ll keep it brief. There’s a dangerous guy here, and I can’t get you out of here quickly.”

"If possible, you'd better find a way to handle the discharge procedures yourself, so that I can spend more time explaining the specific issues to you. Anyway, the problem with your brain right now isn't a real illness."

Do you understand what I'm saying?

Wang Sheng looked puzzled.

"What do you mean by saying this?"

Maren sighed.

He also felt a real sense of powerlessness. Although he could explain everything to Wang Sheng, Wang Sheng would likely forget it as soon as he turned his back, and he couldn't stay here for long either.

His behavior has been a bit too high-profile.

Ma En thought for a moment, then said nothing more. Instead, he raised his hand and wrote a few words on the cover of the martial arts book:

"Please read this book repeatedly, Mr. Wang."

Then, he took half a step back:
"If you have time, you can read this book more. I'll try to get you out of here. We can discuss the specifics in detail after you leave. See you next time."

After saying that, Ma En took half a step back and then disappeared right in front of him.