I created the Bureau of Anomaly Control

In the instant the knocking sounded, the whole world fell into a sort of stillness.

At the same time, Mann felt his body relax slightly, and then he realized…

He had taken over the body.

This was no longer purely a memory.

"Who is it?" Mann turned to look at the door, then glanced at Chen Yun.

In that moment of silence, Chen Yun, in the form of a young girl, froze like a statue.

"It's me," a muffled voice replied from outside, and then the door was pushed open.

Standing in the doorway was a thin young man with a face that Mann was particularly "familiar" with, having seen it several times in his memories—a face without features.

The faceless youth's Adam's apple bobbed as he "muttered,"

"Have you lost your way?"

Mann asked sternly,

"Who exactly are you? Why are you trying to stop me from reclaiming my memories? If you have a reason why I shouldn't get them back, you can tell me directly. I'm a very reasonable person.

"If you can convince me, I can turn around and leave."

The youth shrugged his shoulders:

"Haven't you already experienced it? Remember the last time you and Cao Yan met, what did you see, and why did you voluntarily give up going deeper into it?

"That's why I'm stopping you from remembering. I can't say anything, because just delving into it will cause problems, which is why you lost your memory.

"But you already voluntarily gave up going deeper."

Mann frowned, trying to recall the situation when he and Cao Yan entered the dream together. They didn't bring back any specific memories, only a vague impression that they had agreed to abandon their memories.

But this phenomenon only occurred when he and Cao Yan entered the dream together.

And that dream was a mixture of his and her memories.

Before and after that, there were no similar occurrences, so Mann never considered that this was the reason these faceless people wanted to stop him, but it was a reasonable explanation.

Reasonable, but not convincing to Mann.

Because if that were the case, the situation wouldn't be like this. The one who came out to stop him wouldn't be this inexplicable faceless person, but the one who had convinced him last time.

"No, you're lying," Mann concluded. "You just want to stop me from going in, but you still refuse to explain why. So, if I'm not mistaken…

"You are the manifestation of the Unforgettable's power in my mind. You represent the very force that caused my memory loss, which is why you so desperately want to stop me from moving deeper into my heart."

This explanation was much more reasonable than the last one, and it was what Mann had always believed.

The faceless youth fell silent upon hearing this, as if unable to refute it.

Then, without arguing further, he took half a step back and slammed the door shut.

At the same time, Mann focused his mind and projected his telekinesis onto the door.

In the blink of an eye, the wooden door turned into dust, but the faceless person was no longer behind it. Instead, a slightly mocking voice came from behind Mann.

"You want to see? Then see enough!"

Instantly, crimson blood flooded Mann's vision, and he immediately felt that this blood was flowing wildly from the gap between his upper eyelids and his eyes. When he looked at the outside world through the crimson haze…

Countless broken corpses surged into the room like a tide, and then he began to hear weak, mosquito-like sounds in his ears, but when he focused his attention on them, he immediately recognized…

They were miserable screams, mixed with tearful pleas for mercy.

This piercing sound seized the opportunity of Mann's focused attention and burrowed into his head along his ear canals, while the corpses pouring through the doorway took the opportunity to engulf his body.

Severed limbs clung to him as if they were alive, grabbing him and dragging him madly into the depths of the "tide," and then pure darkness instantly engulfed his consciousness.

Just as he was preparing to fight back…

Several hands suddenly pushed him in the back.

Thud.

Mann staggered out of the tide of corpses.

When he came to his senses, he was in a dark alley, the tall walls on either side blocking out the bright moonlight. And for some reason, the streetlights near this alley were off.

There was no light here.

"Hand over all your money," he said, holding out his hand.

Only then did Mann see the young woman hiding in the shadows, hovering in the air, her eyes filled with terror, and carrying what looked like an expensive handbag.

"Hurry," he said, putting the woman back on the ground. "The things you have are valuable."

Mann could recall his tension and anticipation at that moment.

But the moment the woman landed, a terrified scream shattered the silence of the alley.

At this time, Mann could also feel a subtle panic and fear rising in his heart. He was even more afraid than the woman in front of him, and the desire to stop her emotions instantly took over his mind.

He raised his hand, wanting to cover the woman's mouth.

Smack!

Crimson blood splattered.

In the face of supernatural power, her head was as fragile as a watermelon.

He looked in disbelief at his hands, covered in black gloves, and his heart was instantly filled with confusion, fear, regret, guilt, and he didn't know how to deal with the situation in front of him.

These feelings were so real that Mann couldn't deny their existence.

This was definitely not an illusion.

The youth's voice echoed in the alley:

"Even though you had the opportunity to start over, you still don't want to accept my arrangement. Then you need to be mentally prepared, because not everything is worth remembering.

"This is just the beginning."

Then Mann felt someone pat him on the shoulder.

The moment he turned his head, intense pain caused him to briefly lose consciousness, and his body was sent flying like a rag doll.

As he flew out of the alley, the night instantly turned into a blue, sunny day.

The punch sent him directly into the next memory.

But before he could even observe his surroundings, his waist was struck again with swift and powerful force.

Then the attacker appeared directly in front of him, and Mann, overwhelmed by fear, had no choice but to look at that extremely determined face, her face filled with righteous anger.

It was Shenxiao's face.

The third punch arrived…

And then he lost consciousness.