At dusk, near the Seventh Psychiatric Hospital.
Xu Ye wore a newly bought black tracksuit. Alice had molded the Wang Han on his face into the features of a handsome young boy, fresh-faced and innocent.
He could not identify the two people other than Lü Xiao Dao, so he had to keep his own identity hidden.
Three seconds remaining... two seconds... one second.
Xu Ye was still a hundred meters from the Seventh Psychiatric Hospital. He simply wanted to test what would happen if he failed to arrive before the final twenty-four hours were up.
Just then, he felt a ripple of mysterious energy, much like the sensation of entering the Holy Grail. In the next instant, he appeared inside the Seventh Psychiatric Hospital.
Forced teleportation.
That made sense. This was a dreamscape; the Holy Grail dictated everything.
A reddish shaft of the setting sun fell across the athletic field, lending everything a lonely, weathered air-a kind of beauty in its decay and desolation.
The Seventh Psychiatric Hospital had originally been a school.
Several students had inexplicably gone missing there years ago. Afterward, the place was deemed ill-omened, and few parents were willing to send their children there. Gradually, it had fallen into decline.
Later, the Seventh Psychiatric Hospital had relocated here.
He stepped onto the rubber athletic field, which was so hard it had no give at all. Weeds and wildflowers had already sprouted in many of its cracks.
Rather than the beauty of the wilderness, they gave the place the feel of wandering ghosts, making his skin crawl.
He turned to look at the three people beside him.
The other three were also sizing one another up, keeping some distance between themselves.
To Xu Ye's left stood a short figure wearing a black face mask, slightly cracked sunglasses,