I created the Bureau of Anomaly Control

Chapter 608 606. The Fallen into Hell

Hell, the black market.

The chaotic market was unusually quiet. The customers coming and going were all cloaked in black robes, concealing their true faces with masks and magic. After all, there were no legal restrictions in hell, so the black market's function was simply to provide a place where buyers and sellers could hide their identities.

At this moment, three demons were exchanging important information somewhere in the market.

"So this guy used to be just an ordinary low-level half-devil," the strong male demon said to the owner of the tent. "Can you be sure he's really the guy we're looking for?"

Opposite the male demon was a good-natured looking demon:

"If the information you gave me is correct, and the contract proves I'm telling the truth, even if he's not the guy you're looking for, he's definitely related to that person."

The male demon turned to look at the blind demon behind him:

"Teacher?"

The blind demon raised his hand and touched the bandage over his eyes, then gently used a sharp fingernail to lift a tiny gap. Immediately, intense pain spread from his eye sockets to his entire body, even causing his hands to tremble slightly. The slightly lifted bandage returned to its original position.

"Give the money," the seer ordered.

The male demon took out a bag full of soul coins and handed it over. The good-natured demon immediately revealed a greedy smile after receiving the bag, but he quickly stopped himself, then handed the piece of paper with the address written on it to the guests.

The three demons took the address and left the tent, while the good-natured demon looked at their backs and licked his lips with some glee. The address he gave was indeed correct, but what he didn't tell these three guys was that he had already sent the news to the little devil—his new master—when they were looking for the little devil's trail.

And this address was naturally given to these demons by the little devil through his hand.

Outside the tent, the blind demon instructed his two students:

"Now that we have the real address, let's go find him quickly."

The female demon said worriedly:

"What if the other party is unwilling to communicate peacefully? Or even if the other party isn't human at all?"

Her worries were not without reason. Since the disaster, the blind demon's power had weakened drastically, and he could no longer use his future-seeing eyes to exchange for the power of other powerful demons. He could only move freely in hell now because he had signed contracts with these demons in the past.

And even now, the blind demon wasn't entirely sure what he was looking for. He only knew that at some seemingly ordinary time, all of his students had suddenly been erased, and he could no longer use the seer's power to recklessly spy on the future as he had in the past.

Even his memory had been severely damaged, and he couldn't remember many things at all, which made him suspect that many other future-seeing ability users had also been affected in that disaster.

At least after that, only Shenxiao remained as a prophet active in reality.

So at first, the blind demon also suspected that this was her doing. Shenxiao, in order to ensure that she could completely control the future and the present, used some kind of terrible power to kill all of her kind.

But after secretly meeting Shenxiao a few times, the blind demon completely dispelled this suspicion.

No, Shenxiao didn't need to do this, and some of the symptoms on her body also showed that Shenxiao, like himself, was a survivor of that disaster. He survived by closing his eyes, and Shenxiao may have avoided it by stopping her perception of the disaster, but this caused her to seem to have not noticed the existence of the disaster at all.

And this also led the blind demon to the conclusion that ignoring this disaster would not destroy the world.

But even though he had collected a lot of information through various methods, it was difficult to truly determine what the true face of the creator of that disaster was. The disaster itself had the characteristic of hiding itself. In his blindness, there was almost no possibility of finding and seeing the disaster that had destroyed everything.

Until recently, he noticed some oddities, and then found clues in hell, as if the "mastermind" was no longer hiding its true face. Of course, this description also had problems. The blind demon was not sure whether the other party was a conscious abnormal creature. It might also be some kind of natural phenomenon.

"What it is doesn't matter," the blind demon replied. "I just want to see it with my own eyes."

Hearing this, the two students also understood that the teacher had made up his mind, and he might not even care about how to survive after seeing the truth. And they knew that it was useless for them to say anything.

After all, their souls were all in the teacher's hands, and they had to move forward even if they knew that they might face death next.

The demons moved towards the address they had obtained. After walking for several hours, they finally arrived at their destination—a desolate manor located in the suburbs, not on the map, and there were no guards or slaves in sight from afar.

The blind demon also firmly walked towards the gate of the manor. Although he had vaguely noticed that the guy who sold them the information had some problems, his intuition as a seer told him that the information itself was correct.

Until this moment, he still thought so.

But when he took another half step forward, he suddenly noticed something was wrong.

"How far are we from the gate?" the blind demon asked.

Silence.

Have we arrived already?

Thinking this, the blind demon forcibly opened his eyes, raised his hand, and hurriedly tore off the bandage wrapped around his eyes, using his empty eye sockets to look ahead, wanting to see clearly what the truth he had been searching for for so long was, what had destroyed everything of his.

What came into his eyes was his own reflection.

A black curved mirror surface was almost touching the position in front of his nose, and when he took a few steps back, he completely saw what this curved mirror surface was.

It was a heavy round helmet with a pure black glass surface, and the figure wearing the helmet was also wearing equally heavy white fat clothes, but his body exuded a terrifying aura that the blind demon feared.

This figure was the "astronaut" who had quietly endured Ma En and Shadow in the space channel.

The blind demon widened his empty eye sockets incredibly, and the future of the entire world flooded into his mind, but this figure, whose dimension was close at hand, did not emit anything, as if it had no future at all.

"You are the one who blinded my eyes..." the blind demon asked, "the monster that took away my past?"

Blood splattered.

After the blind demon's body slowly fell down, the "astronaut" slowly replied:

"No."