I created the Bureau of Anomaly Control

Ning Changkong, sitting on the edge of the bed, said:

"Mr. Ma En, the door isn't locked."

Ma En pushed the door open and entered:

"I have some things I'd like to ask you about."

In the past few days of gathering information, he had approached this enthusiastic girl more than once.

And when he brought up certain common-sense questions, the girl didn't seem to notice anything unusual, answering with her usual expression.

It was as if she didn't care at all.

And indeed, that was the case.

Ma En earnestly asked:

"How much does it cost to be discharged from the hospital, and what's the specific process?"

Ning Changkong replied, as if she had expected the question:

"The attending physician, the newly appointed Dr. Xu, has the authority to decide whether we can be discharged. Normally, 100,000 to 200,000 yuan should do the trick, but..."

She paused, carefully choosing her words:

"...well, your situation might be a bit special. This price is actually for customers like us with relatively wealthy families. I've heard that for people with little money, their starting price is 500,000 yuan. I'm not sure which plan they'll use for you.

"And Dr. Xu Wen hasn't been employed for long, so I don't know if he's already aware of the rules here. If you're lucky, maybe you can get him to lower the price, but it might also be more difficult than normal."

After the group activity, she had specifically taken some time to understand Ma En's background.

He was likely the patient with the most ordinary family situation in the entire高级疗养区 (High-Class Recuperation Area), which explained why Doctor Liu dared to speak to Ma En so rudely.

Ma En's only "relative", Chen Yun, was a formal priest.

Normally, patients in the high-class area had to pay an annual recuperation fee of 300,000 yuan, while Chen Yun's annual income was 150,000 yuan.

Fortunately, Miss Chen Yun had church subsidies, so she only had to pay about 100,000 yuan per year, but this was definitely a considerable expense for Ma En and his sister.

Therefore, this also led to the girl's doubts. Why would he spend so much money to stay here? Was it really to live more comfortably, or did he also want to enjoy the "extra services" of the Viktor Recuperation Center?

But where did he get the money?

Ma En asked with gratitude:

"One more thing, is there any way for me to know who is staying in the other rooms?"

Ning Changkong didn't ask about his thoughts on the price range; everyone had their own difficulties.

"Normally, you can go to Doctor Liu or the doctor. Doctors only take orders from their own patients, but they sell information that you can find out yourself.

"If they were selling real private information, no customers would choose this place."

Ma En said gratefully:

"Thank you, that's very helpful."

Ning Changkong politely replied:

"It's nothing, but Mr. Ma En, I actually have some questions I'd like to ask you.

"Why do you suddenly want to be discharged?"

The girl looked at Ma En with a face full of curiosity, but the true emotions in her heart were much stronger than what she showed.

Ma En had many mysteries. Why did he live here, why did he ask those questions, but Ning Changkong didn't care about these at all.

What she was truly curious about was the appearance and aura that Ma En presented in her senses.

And why he could make the auras of other creatures disappear.

Ning Changkong had seen many strange things, but had never encountered a situation where symptoms disappeared.

He paused.

Of course, Ma En couldn't say that he was being attacked by an abnormal entity called the "Unforgettable One", and that the past him had left a suggestion to be discharged.

"I have my own reasons," he didn't choose to lie, "but it's hard to explain clearly."

To his surprise, the girl seemed quite satisfied with his answer.

Ning Changkong said:

"Then can you leave me a phone number? To be honest, I'm also thinking about being discharged, and outside we are both mental patients, maybe there will be places where we can help each other in the future..."

Ma En replied:

"Of course."

He casually picked up the paper and pen on the desk and wrote the number he found in the hidden compartment.

No matter what Ning Changkong's purpose was, he had received help from her, and before he was discharged, he would likely need the girl's help.

The girl reached out and took the note, keeping her eyes on it for a few seconds.

That's not right?

This wasn't any number under Ma En's name.

But she didn't say anything, just calmly put the number she had already memorized into her pocket.

"If you encounter any problems with the discharge, you can come to me at any time, but if you want to borrow money..." At this point, the girl said a little embarrassedly, "Although my parents are quite wealthy, they didn't give me much money."

Ma En was a little surprised by her words.

They were only acquaintances, why did Ning Changkong think he would borrow money from her, and the way she said it was as if she would lend him money if she had it.

"If there is," he nodded sincerely.

Ning Changkong's help had far exceeded the level of enthusiasm, but Ma En couldn't analyze any meaningful information from it - he didn't remember anything.

Could it be that they had other interactions before, but she didn't seem like it.

"Oh, right, there's one more thing I wanted to ask you," the girl said as if she suddenly remembered something.

She got up and walked to the desk, opened the drawer, took out a piece of white paper, and walked towards Ma En:

"I found this near your room not long ago. Do you know what these symbols mean?"

Before asking Ma En, Ning Changkong spent a long time searching online and also commissioned her friend majoring in history to consult various professional materials, but couldn't find anything similar to this.

Ma En looked over.

The things on the paper were not symbols.

Although they were written crookedly, Ma En instantly understood the content above.

These were six Chinese characters:

控制，利用，摧毁 (Control, Utilize, Destroy).

"I haven't seen it," he met the girl's clear eyes, "Could it be that other patients scribbled it?"

Ning Changkong took back the paper and nodded naturally:

"How did I not think of that possibility?"

Of course it was impossible.

Because these symbols were what she saw on Ma En.

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