Pale walls, scattered tables and chairs, tightly drawn curtains... Bright lights shone over the cramped space, dead silent and stifling.
Lin Qiye stood there in a daze for a long time before a trace of clarity finally returned to his vacant eyes.
"The hospital? Why am I here??"
A stabbing pain surged from his mind. Instinctively clutching his head, he felt countless chaotic thoughts boiling to the surface.
He had clearly been talking to Chaos just moments ago, so how had he suddenly ended up here... Wait, what had Chaos said to him just now?
Those words echoed through Lin Qiye's mind. His pupils contracted slightly, and the next moment, he dashed to the ward door and pulled the handle. With a click... the door did not open.
The door had been locked from the inside.
Lin Qiye froze for a moment, then immediately undid the lock, pulled the handle, and shoved the door open!
Outside lay an equally familiar corridor. A gray-black sky hung over the hospital—not clouds, but something like lead. It looked oppressive and heavy, making it hard to breathe.
Lin Qiye did not waste time staring at the sky. He immediately looked up at the door behind him and saw that it was the final room on this floor.
Sixth Ward.
The plaque on the ward door was pitch-black, like a pool of inky night.
It really was the Psychiatric Hospital of the Gods... But why was he here?
He turned to look beyond the corridor. The empty courtyard lay beneath the gray-black heavens without a sound. The once-noisy orderlies had vanished somewhere, and it seemed as if Lin Qiye was the only person left in the entire world.
"Li Yifei!" Lin Qiye called out, but no one answered.
Lin Qiye frowned slightly and closed his