The person engulfed in flames howled and staggered toward Liang Chen.
He stood where he was, feeling the scorching heat as the points of light in his pupils gradually grew.
If he could die in the flames...
Perhaps that would be a wonderful experience, too.
Just as the corners of his mouth lifted and he waited for the flames to consume him completely...
Someone suddenly pulled him away from behind. The burning figure stumbled into his room, collapsed on the floor, and stopped breathing.
"Chen! What are you standing there for? Run!"
It was the nurse, who had come back specifically to find him.
Liang Chen felt he had never been an extreme person. Even when something he wanted was ruined, he would not feel any negative emotions.
He nodded and followed the nurse out of the dormitory building.
They collapsed, panting, in the open square, beside the flower bed where he had read during the day.
Before the stout nurse could catch her breath, she took out her phone and called the police.
"Hello! Officer, we're at the Psychiatric Hospital out in the suburbs. Someone has set the place on fire!"
"I've already called the fire department!"
"What? You're asking what evidence I have to call the police?"
"The smell of gasoline at the scene practically hit me in the face, and you're asking why I called?"
"You're not coming? Insufficient evidence?"
"Wait, officer, isn't finding evidence your job? So I'm the police now, am I?"
"You'll charge me with wasting police resources? You're really..."
Seeing that the stout nurse was about to start swearing, Liang Chen stopped her.
"Forget it, Auntie Nurse. Whoever did this probably already figured we'd call the police."
The nurse hung up and sighed as she watched the roaring fire in front of her.