Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

Clerk Liu hid in the archives room on the third floor.

He squeezed himself behind the innermost row of metal cabinets, his back against the wall, his hands gripping a wooden stick he had picked up from the corridor.

His fingers were white from gripping the stick so tightly, and his teeth were grinding together.

He heard Qi Jianmin's screams.

The scream came from the second floor, passed through the floorboards, through the iron door of the archives, and into his ears.

The scream was very short, lasting only half a second.

Then there was no sound at all.

Clerk Liu would rather the screams last a little longer.

Because silence is more terrifying than screams.

He held his breath, pressed his ear against the wall, and tried to hear any footsteps in the corridor.

Then he felt the vibration.

The vibration came up from the soles of my feet, very light, like someone running a high-powered engine in the basement.

The vibrations grew stronger.

The metal cabinets in the archives room began to hum.

The folders in the cabinet rattled against each other with a slight tremor, making a soft, rustling sound.

A fluorescent light bulb fell from the ceiling, crashed to the ground, and shattered into countless fragments.

Then the wall cracked.

The cement floor rippled like waves, and a crack appeared in the middle of the archives wall. The crack, like a live snake, climbed up the wall, through the ceiling, through the floor, and divided the entire building in two.

The metal cabinet tipped over and landed on the floor next to Clerk Liu, scattering folders all over the floor.

He threw away the stick and tried to run, but the ground was too steep, and he fell as soon as he stood up, sliding down the sloping floor toward the edge of the crack.

He grabbed an exposed steel bar at the edge of the crack.

The steel bars vibrated violently, scraping his palms raw, and blood trickled down the bars.

He glanced down.

The bottom of the crack leads to the second floor.

A person was standing in the corridor on the second floor.

Blue and white striped hospital gown, wet hair, bare feet.

She stood in the center of the crack in the building, her raised hand with fingers spread wide.

Then she clenched her fist.

The load-bearing structure of the administration building collapsed completely the moment she pulled her fist back.

The twelve load-bearing columns broke simultaneously, and the floor slabs collapsed from the middle down, layer upon layer, like a tower with the building blocks removed from the middle.

With a loud bang.

The six-story building collapsed in two.

The left half of it tipped to the left and crashed into the parking lot, crushing several ambulances into scrap metal.

The right half of it fell to the right and crashed into the flower bed, uprooting a cedar tree that had been planted for ten years.

Debris flew everywhere, cement blocks tumbled, and broken steel bars stretched out from the ruins like twisted tentacles, steaming in the rain.

Clerk Liu fell into the rubble.

He rolled among the rubble and cement blocks, a steel bar piercing through his right leg, causing him to let out the last scream of his life.

Then a precast concrete slab crashed down, and the screams stopped abruptly.

The metal cabinet in the archives fell from the third floor and smashed into a disc on the ground.

The medical records inside the metal cabinet—Qi Jianmin's signed records, Li Su's records, and all the records of the "problem patients"—were scattered on the ground in the rain, soaked with mud and blood.

The shredder in the finance office fell from the fourth floor, its outer casing breaking in two. The documents inside, which were not yet completely shredded, were blown up by the wind and flew in the rain.

The safe in the dean's office rolled down from the fifth floor and smashed on the ruins. Bundles of cash fell out, and the red banknotes scattered as the rain washed them away, sticking to the rubble, the mud, and the corpses.

The dean himself jumped out of the window the moment the building collapsed.

He didn't jump far enough.

His body landed on the cement ground next to the flower bed, his leg broken and his sternum fractured. He lay in the rain, coughing up blood.

He saw Li Su emerge from the ruins.

Li Su's hospital gown was covered in dust, her face had several bloody scratches from pebbles, and her bare feet were covered in shards of glass.

She walked up to the dean and looked down at him.

The dean's lips moved as if he wanted to speak, but he only coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"Your mental hospital."

Li Su's voice was very soft.

"That's all."

Then she raised her hand, and her telekinetic energy condensed into an invisible spear that pierced through the dean's chest and emerged from his back.

His heart was broken.

Like everyone else.

Li Su put her hand down.

She stood at the edge of the ruins, rainwater washing over the broken bricks and rubble at her feet.

Her spiritual power spread out, covering the ruins of the entire mental hospital.

The main building is still standing.

She deliberately avoided the main building.

Most of those locked up there were genuine patients.

They need treatment and care.

But there are also some people, just like her.

Li Su turned around and faced the main building.

The five-story main building stood silently in the rain, with a few pale fluorescent lights shining behind the iron-barred windows.

She raised her hand, and her mental energy surged out.

The main building's main entrance was torn open from the outside.

The iron gate flew out and crashed onto the concrete ground in the yard with a deafening roar.

"Listen up, everyone locked up here."

Her voice was amplified by telekinesis, passing through the rain, through the walls, and into every ward.

"Everyone in the administration building is dead. The dean is dead, the attending physician is dead, the head nurse is dead, everyone who locked you up here is dead."

"Some of you are patients who truly need treatment. I suggest you stay in the ward until dawn, when someone will come to take over."

"But there are others, just like me."

"I'm not sick, but I was locked up as a mental patient."

"Those who have been injected, restrained, shocked, or forcibly fed medication."

"If you still remember your names, remember the faces of your enemies, remember why you were locked up here—"

"Now we can go out."

Her voice echoed in the rain.

There was a few seconds of silence in the main building.

Then, a light came on behind a window on the third floor.

That was the light in a hospital room.

Someone turned on the light.

Then came the second, the third, and the fourth lamps.

The lights came on one after another, spreading from the third floor to the fourth floor, and from the fourth floor to the fifth floor.

A figure appeared behind the iron-barred window.

Some stood by the window, some leaned on the fence, and some knelt on the ground, their faces pressed against the glass as they peered out.

Then, footsteps were heard in the stairwell on the first floor.

The first one to come out was that teenager.

He was wearing the same blue and white striped hospital gown as Li Su, barefoot, and clutching a pillow in his hand—he was using the pillow as a weapon.

The boy stood at the entrance of the main building, looking at the ruins in the courtyard and Li Su standing in the rain, his eyes shining like two stars.

"Sister! You really demolished the administration building!"

His voice was filled with pure excitement and adoration.