I created the Bureau of Anomaly Control

Shen Zhihe blankly pushed open the door, slowly walked to the sofa in the living room, and sat down, then began to instinctively observe the surrounding environment.

The main components of this living room mostly came from his residence before the age of thirty-four, with about ten percent originating from his childhood home, and a very small portion from some insignificant places.

The TV and table were nearly ninety percent similar to those in his memory, and there were also a few familiar, beautiful potted plants tucked away in the corners of the room. In reality, they should have always been placed on the balcony. Then there were those chairs he had never seen before, their origins untraceable by any living being, but their unique style still left a deep impression on him.

The brown clock was not hanging on the wall as he remembered, but was instead limply thrown on the corner of the table like a rag. The second and minute hands had transformed into curves due to its deformation, a scene reminiscent of a surrealist painter's work, seeping into Shen Zhihe's world along with his memories.

In the two corners behind Shen Zhihe, there stood two strangers who shouldn't have been there. One was the young male Salvation Alliance member who had betrayed them not long ago, and the other was a face Shen Zhihe had seen on the street several years ago, but the woman standing in the room had a somewhat blurred face—just like his memory of her.

The man simply stared blankly ahead, as if a mentally ill patient imprisoned, while the woman, though her face was completely unclear, gave Shen Zhihe the feeling that her gaze was fixed on him.

It seemed…

Something was not right?

He showed a hint of vigilance, and as his brain struggled to think slowly, some thoughts were constantly emerging and flowing in his mind.

Tomorrow's breakfast, violet, unreasonable, 52, unreal, hyena...

He didn't live here anymore!

Suddenly, Shen Zhihe's expression became erratic, and wariness filled his entire eye sockets. Then, like a tiger seeing its own kind, he instinctively began to use his skills to fight the enemy. A dizzy feeling surged into his brain, but the desire to wake up had already risen in his heart.

Creak.

Just then, the sound of a door being opened came from behind him, which temporarily shattered all of Shen Zhihe's previous thoughts and drew his attention to the position behind him.

Shen Zhihe stood up, turned around, and looked at the door that was pushed open inwards. A reassuring rustling sound came from inside, which reduced his wariness again. Then he stood in place, trying to 'sort out' his thoughts a little.

But suddenly, a beast's roar came from inside the door. Hearing the sound, Shen Zhihe rushed towards the bedroom door that opened inwards without hesitation.

Shen Zhihe pushed the door open completely with some panic, and then a warm scene came into his eyes. A ten-year-old girl was lying on the bed, holding a watercolor pen and depicting a world of imagination.

He breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

She was safe—this thought instantly dispelled all his previous wariness and vigilance.

Shen Zhihe unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth and quietly walked behind his daughter, saying in a gentle voice:

"Xiaoling?"

"Dad!" The girl turned around in surprise, and then happily threw herself into his arms.

Shen Zhihe gently picked up his daughter, and at the same time, a slight sense of guilt surged into his heart, as if he was still in that sudden afternoon when he came home.

He suddenly remembered that he hadn't seen his daughter for a long time. These days, he had been busy with work, and due to its special nature, although he didn't lack money at all, he couldn't ask for leave.

He couldn't quit.

"Baby," he touched his daughter's hair, then gently put her down, "What are you doing?"

The girl didn't answer his question immediately, but said with anticipation in her eyes:

"Dad, how long can you stay this time..."

Hearing this, Shen Zhihe opened his mouth with some guilt, but still overcame the difficulty and said:

"It should only be today. Our work is progressing to an important stage. I'm only passing by here temporarily to see you, but I promise that I'll have a long vacation soon. I've already told my supervisor, and she's a reasonable woman."

The girl nodded with some disappointment at first, but after hearing the second half, she laughed happily, as if looking forward to the happy time when she would be with her father soon:

"Dad, by the way, look at this."

Shen Zhihe looked at his child running and jumping back to the bed with a face full of doting, then took the drawing board she had just painted and handed it to her father, her eyes flashing with expectation.

Until this time, everything was still basically the same as he remembered.

Shen Zhihe lowered his head and looked at the pattern on the drawing book. There were several small figures drawn with different colored crayons on it. The second figure on the right was himself. The small figure was wearing casual clothes that he usually wore at home, and his left hand was tightly holding the short-haired little girl on the far right—that is, his daughter.

A young woman with her hair tied up was standing a few steps away from him on the left side. She was followed by two other people. The man among them looked a little old, while the woman was dressed very smartly. They looked very normal...

But on the far left of the paper, there was something that looked like a human figure standing there. The structure of his body was simpler than the other figures, just a few ordinary black lines, and the position of his face was blocked by messy black lines, and these seemingly scribbled lines faintly formed two "horns" on his head, making him look like some terrifying monster.

Shen Zhihe bent down and asked his daughter in a gentle tone:

"These two you drew are me and you, right."

The girl nodded heavily, feeling especially happy that her father could see what it was:

"Yes! This is me and Dad."

He didn't show his worries, and casually pointed to the other people and asked curiously:

"Who are these people?"

The girl said happily:

"They are the uncles and sisters who have been to our house."

Shen Zhihe asked with some doubts:

"What uncles and sisters?"

Pa.

The girl suddenly grabbed him, then pulled him towards the outside.

Shen Zhihe cooperated very well and let his daughter lead him forward.

Without any resistance.

They returned to the living room, and the girl raised her arm and pointed to the three people who didn't exist just now and said:

"It's them."

Shen Zhihe looked over in the direction of her finger.

Standing at the front was Qin Lan, Feng Shaoying and Tao He stood half a step behind her, looking ahead peacefully, as if they were talking to someone.

"So it's them," Shen Zhihe nodded. "Baby, do you know who they are?"

The girl showed a serious thinking expression:

"Dad's friends?"

He nodded and said:

"That's right, and they are also Dad's colleagues. These uncles and sisters are all very good people, and you can also ask them for help if you encounter any problems."

The girl asked puzzled:

"Can't I just ask Dad directly?"

He reached out and touched the girl's head:

"Silly child, you might not be able to find me, for example, what if I'm working?"

He was in a dangerous war, and he could lose his life at any time. It wasn't the terrible world outside that made him step into danger. There was nothing there worth fighting for, but he still couldn't bear the cost of defeat.

The girl nodded as if she understood:

"Okay, I remember!"

Shen Zhihe pointed to the little figure whose face was crossed out and asked:

"Then who is this?"

After hearing the question, the girl showed a blank expression, and then said suspiciously:

"I remember it was an uncle named Ma En, but I can't remember what he looks like.

"Dad, do you remember?"

When this question was asked by the girl, the figure of the eighth person quietly appeared in the room, and the two people standing in the corner also looked at the position where Ma En appeared.

A man dressed very ordinary appeared in the room.

But the position of his face was empty.

No eyes, no nose, no eyebrows, no mouth, no ears.

The Moon God's eyes showed a long-lost surprise. In her original expectation, Ma En's face should have been basically formed at this time. She should be able to use Shen Zhihe as a springboard to close the distance between herself and Ma En, and as long as she did it a few times, she could try to invade his mind.

But now she encountered a roadblock, and it wasn't the kind that could be easily crossed.

It seemed that Ma En was prepared, but she also had other means to achieve her goals.

No mortal can escape the palm of a god.

The girl asked a little scared:

"Dad, what does he look like?"

Shen Zhihe paused, and then began to recall Ma En's appearance. The slow thinking was briefly no longer bound at this moment, and the memory of Ma En flashed through his mind at a normal speed.

This was when he suddenly noticed that Ma En usually wore the same clothes, and there were some elements on his body that never changed, but his face was so ordinary that people didn't want to pay attention to it, but now he remembered...

He had never remembered his appearance at all, as if he was a face-blind patient.

"Don't be afraid," Shen Zhihe comforted, "Although he looks a little scary, he is a very good young man. Ma En has great ambitions and is willing to take risks to invest in them, which is not something that can be done casually."

He had seen many compatriots who could no longer persevere.

The girl showed a sudden look:

"Then is he Dad's colleague?"

Shen Zhihe looked at the faceless Ma En and said:

"That's right, I'm working with him now, and we can go home after we finish the project at hand."

The girl asked curiously:

"What project, does it take a long time?"

Shen Zhihe looked at his daughter with a smile and said:

"Dad's work needs to be kept secret."

She said innocently:

"Then what if I promise not to tell?"

Shen Zhihe chuckled twice, showing an expression that she couldn't do anything about it:

"Okay, Dad will tell you.

"Ma En and I are planning to rescue our supervisor Qin Luan. Recently, we found an alien dimension, where there are many terrifying monsters, but there are also many magical weapons from other worlds that can allow us to defeat our competitors."

The girl asked:

"What monsters, are they the Titans mentioned in the book?"

Shen Zhihe shook his head:

"Titans are just myths, those monsters are something else."

The girl instantly lost interest in the specific content of the work:

"Then what kind of person is your colleague Ma En?"

Shen Zhihe narrowed his eyes and recalled, and he felt his thinking was unobstructed again in a short period of time.

"I remember he was..." He said with some doubts, "Qin Lan's new recruit, but there is nothing else besides that. There seems to be something wrong. My impression of him shouldn't be just these. Is it the side effect of regular check-ups, or did he do something."

While Shen Zhihe was speaking, the style of most of the furniture in the living room suddenly changed several times, the surrounding air slowly distorted, and the whole room showed signs of melting in anxiety...

"Dad!" The girl shouted at her absent-minded father, "Did you hear me?"

He quickly reacted and said:

"Baby, what did you just say?"

Everything was as usual.

"You just said you didn't know about Ma En's affairs," the girl reminded.

"Oh..." Shen Zhihe said slowly, "Yes, after all, I haven't known him for a few days, so it's normal not to know him."

The Moon God did not expect that Ma En would actively influence the surrounding ability users, constantly reducing their understanding of himself, and he also silently did something to a Tier IV telepath without his own strength being high.

It was not until this moment that she regarded Ma En as half a noteworthy opponent.

It seemed that he was worth her investing more energy to deal with, and even had to slightly delay her other plans for this. If she continued to maintain her current investment, he might escape to a place she couldn't find at any time.

Ma En was like a flexible young poisonous snake, although he looked weak and weak, but if she was too careless when dealing with him, he would show unexpected danger.

Of course, in fact, no matter what, he did not have a real possibility of surviving, after all, her earliest contact and penetration were careful enough, which also meant that he could not be the first to detect her existence, and she would definitely carefully test Ma En's strengths and weaknesses like now.

And he was just a mortal after all.

Ma En and Shen Zhihe, who was kneeling in front of his daughter, were the same species. As long as she took a little time, she could completely hide from his carefully arranged defense system and disintegrate his mind in the gentlest way.

"It's time," Shen Zhihe said apologetically to his daughter, "I'm going to work."

The girl asked:

"Then can you take me to see the moon next time you come home?"

"Of course," Shen Zhihe promised, "I will fulfill all your wishes."

Only the things that mortals most want to forget will fall into this soil, and these pitiful and fragile creatures always have weaknesses in their hearts that can be easily exploited and defeated.

So they are mortals, and she is a god.