I created the Bureau of Anomaly Control

Chapter 14 14. Opportunity (Seeking readership!)

Xu Wen's private office was quite tidy. There was no trash within Ma En's field of vision, and there were even a few flowers growing in pots on the windowsill.

A huge wooden cabinet stood directly in front of him, behind the office chair. At about two meters high, a locked safe could be seen. Judging from the richness of the items inside, these were likely all Dr. Li's belongings.

Didn't anyone take them away?

Click.

Xu Wen reached out and turned off the running recording device, looking up at the young man sitting in the restraint chair.

"Ma En, ah, Ma En," he asked with some schadenfreude, "Why did you go to see him before taking action? Was it to make everyone suspect you?"

Ma En sat in the chair and said:

"I could have made him shoot himself in the corridor, and I can twist your head off with a glance. Be careful."

Xu Wen quickly straightened up, trying to cover up his words:

"I mean, this will cause problems for your discharge..."

This was one of the reasons Ma En killed Lu Yide.

Secondary countermeasure – demonstrate strength.

As for why he went to see him, it was naturally to make the matter seem reasonable to a few people—people Xu Wen didn't need to know about.

"How's the discharge process going?" Ma En asked casually, as if he were the one in charge of the interrogation.

Xu Wen scratched his head:

"I'm working on it, but even if you weren't present when he died, they would definitely include you on the suspect list. Logically, I'm fully responsible for you, but I'm new here, so it's not that simple.

"And now it seems that your deal with my teacher was probably done in private. The other employees in the hospital thought you were broke and powerless, and the deputy director even told me to sacrifice you."

"Teacher?" Ma En looked puzzled.

Xu Wen leaned back against the desk:

"Before coming here, Dr. Li was a professor at my university. Although he didn't earn as much as he does now, he had various special projects, including privately recruiting students. If you were willing, you could even get a doctorate directly under him.

"Although he left before I started my postgraduate studies, what I needed wasn't a back door, but knowledge.

"This professor, who was single-mindedly focused on making money, was the most accomplished scholar I've ever seen."

The young doctor's tone lacked any respect when he spoke of his teacher.

"He was also a good partner," Ma En said.

At least the past version of himself chose him.

Xu Wen agreed:

"Strictly speaking, he was also a good teacher, but unfortunately, after his death, not even half a person would miss him. I attended his funeral, and no one there genuinely mourned him.

"I heard he had an ex-wife and a daughter he never met, but they didn't care about the old man's death. His will, which he had prepared long ago, didn't mention them either. All of his overt wealth was donated, seemingly to gain a good reputation.

"As for the illegal stuff, it will remain in the bank forever."

As he spoke, Ma En's attention was drawn to the mechanical combination lock.

He vaguely had a feeling, an unreasonable but trustworthy intuition.

Ma En felt like he knew how to open this lock with telekinesis, just like…

He had done it before.

"But there's something I don't understand, not that I care about his life or death," Xu Wen's voice pulled him back to reality, "but I still suspect whether he committed suicide.

"I know the police have reached a conclusion, but maybe the reason for his death wasn't that simple, after all…

"There's more than just you and me here."

Ma En replied calmly:

"I don't care about you, or anyone else, just like I didn't care about Lu Yide. If he hadn't happened to be blocking my way out of the hospital, I wouldn't have bothered with him."

Ma En's meaning was obvious.

As long as he was discharged, he wouldn't be a threat to anyone.

On the contrary, if anyone wanted to stop him from leaving…

"Of course, I'm handling this. Give me a week; I need some time to convince my superiors," Xu Wen said quickly, "I'll definitely give you a satisfactory answer by then.

"And you don't have to pay me, but if possible, I'd like to ask you for a small favor."

Ma En looked at him.

He continued:

"Some people are trying to deal with me, but you also know the characteristics of this place. They can't act for the time being, but if you notice them, you can tell me.

"I'll reward you too."

Ma En said:

"If doing so poses no danger to me, then I will tell you, but Dr. Xu Wen, I have now chosen neutrality. If I were to get involved…

"I will stand on the side that is about to win, so perhaps you would prefer to see me remain neutral."

Xu Wen showed a confident smile:

"Don't worry, I'm much stronger than them."

Ma En said casually:

"Then I'll see how it goes, or, if you help me get discharged smoothly, I might be able to offer you some extra help."

Xu Wen replied:

"Okay, then I'll take care of the loose ends."

He didn't believe Ma En's promise at all. If he was discharged, he would definitely throw himself and everyone else to the back of his mind and never turn around to help him.

Ma En said:

"Then…"

Xu Wen glanced at the recorder:

"I'll give you a piece of paper. Just read what's on it later."

Ma En smiled:

"Pleasant cooperation?"

Xu Wen also smiled:

"Pleasant cooperation."

He now basically understood.

This was a trap set for him.

He had taken this job because he wanted to use the famous phenomena of the Victor Sanatorium to temporarily stop the pursuers, but now it had gradually become his prison.

Thinking about it carefully, Li Wu's death at this time was also suspiciously coincidental.

This was obviously the company's arrangement, and he had become a turtle in a jar.

But fortunately, he accepted this job not only because of the characteristics of the Victor Sanatorium.

Xu Wen had long anticipated various possible risks. What really made him determined was the resources here—the madmen.

These half-sane, half-mad people possessed mental strength beyond ordinary people, and in the Victor Sanatorium, they were like schools of fish in a shallow beach, easily caught by the dozens.

And Ma En, Ning Changkong, and Cao Yan were the best of the bunch he had selected.

With them, his research could be completed smoothly, and by then, whether it was the company or anything else, it would be insignificant in his eyes.

Opportunities are fleeting.