It's time to become an evil god.

When Bai Ge opened her eyes again, she asked, "Where am I?"

He sat up and found himself in a closed room with a plain white ceiling.

Suddenly, he felt dizzy and his whole body ached.

"Uh, what's going on now!"

Bai Ge let out a soft cry, and a sudden wave of dizziness forced him to lean against the cold wall for support.

As the dizziness gradually subsided, Bai Ge rubbed his head, feeling a strange emptiness.

It seems that a part of the memory has been lost.

He noticed five slits in the bed sheet and on the arm, where a line of crooked, unfinished words had been forcefully pinched out.

under the bed.

Under the electrotherapy chair.

Under the bed?

Realizing he had lost his memory, Bai Ge immediately looked under the bed, and when he looked up again, he had a look of sudden realization.

"It turns out that I lose my memory of the previous day every night, so I have to record it in this way. But it seems that taking the doctor hostage was a foolish choice, otherwise I wouldn't have suddenly developed several bruises on my body."

Realizing he was indeed in some kind of troublesome predicament, Bai Ge didn't intend to resist this time. He wanted to see what secrets lay beneath the electrotherapy chair.

So Bai Ge marked an "X" on the option to take the doctor hostage and added the words "under the electrotherapy chair".

After he finished everything, he lay on the bed and waited quietly. "The next thing I have to do is wait until those people take me out of the prison."

Thinking of this, Bai Ge's eyes showed not fear, but excitement and joy.

"Hehehe, this is so much fun."

Chapter 579 When Will You Beg for Mercy From Me

To everyone's surprise, when the cell door opened again, three burly men in white overalls entered. Without a word, they roughly pinned Bai Ge against the wall and tightly bound his hands behind his back with leather rope, rendering him unable to move.

Dr. Zhou, whose face was bruised, slowly walked into the private isolation ward. He looked at the dangerous mental patient in front of him, sighed, and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Bai, given your dangerous behavior before, we have to increase the dosage of your medication. And this time we have also added risperidone as a sedative."

At the doctor's signal, three caregivers forcibly held Bai Ge down, rolled up her sleeves to expose her veins, and Dr. Zhou took out a syringe and injected all the sedatives in the syringe.

After being given the sedative, Bai Ge went limp and instantly lost all resistance. Dr. Zhou instructed the caregiver to put him in a straitjacket, then secured him to a platform cart and pushed Bai Ge deeper into the corridor.

The ceiling was receding at a steady pace, and every few seconds, a light bulb would come into view, emitting a dim yellow light, before disappearing on the other side of the field of vision.

At this moment, Bai Ge's consciousness was in a hazy and confused state, and many strange images flooded his mind. A strange doll hiding in a corner in the gloomy and dark rainy night, a red-clothed ghost bride silently crawling on the back of a woman in the depths of a silent ancestral hall, and a black shadow of a fetus that did not belong to this world growing in the transparent belly of a woman being sacrificed.

Some faces, both strange and familiar, flashed through my memory; their appearance was without any reason.

Bai Ge strained to turn her eyes to one side as far as possible, barely able to make out the wall that met the ceiling. The outer layer was already peeling off, revealing the moldy wall underneath. Several water pipes were exposed, making a dripping sound.

This mental hospital looks like it's been around for a while, but Bai Ge still can't figure out where those strange memories came from. Could it be that he really is a delusional patient?

Suddenly, the platform cart stopped, and the doctor slowed down. He seemed to be exchanging pleasantries with someone, and Bai Ge vaguely heard some fragmented conversation.

"Ward 403...delusion...increase medication dosage...don't think about...Ward 12...everyone..."

12?

Upon hearing the Arabic numeral, Bai Ge strained to hear what the other person was saying, but the other person only exchanged a few simple words before hurriedly parting ways.

Bai Ge felt a pang of regret. As the platform continued its advance, the surrounding scenery grew increasingly eerie and bizarre, with occasional agonizing screams echoing from afar.

Click.

The trolley lurched slightly, seemingly crossing a threshold, and was pushed into a dark, dimly lit room, with only a blue light flashing intermittently. The doctor stopped and respectfully whispered to the man with his back to him, "Professor, the patient has arrived."

"Just leave it there, I have some things to take care of here."

A hoarse voice came from the corner. Bai Ge, who had been lying flat, was pushed up, and he finally saw the narrow, dark room clearly. A doctor in a white coat covered in blood slowly turned his head. He wore high-resolution magnifying lenses over his eyes and held a scalpel and forceps in his hand. Even more terrifying, on the operating table on the desk lay a human brain, covered with various metal plates and wires connecting to strange instruments at the other end of the room.

"Wait a moment, it will be your turn after I finish this experiment."

The professor seemed to be calmly reassuring the victim, but his reassurance usually had no effect and instead aroused the patient's fear.

However, the patient in front of him was not quite the same as the ones he had encountered before. The patient simply responded with an "oh" and then fell silent.

The professor turned to look at Bai Ge and said softly, "I know you're pretty brave, but what I'm about to do to you might be a little cruel. I'll make a small hole in your head and remove part of your prefrontal cortex. This might cause you some emotional and memory loss, but that's okay, these are normal phenomena and won't endanger your life."

Upon hearing the professor's words, Bai Ge's expression changed drastically. This was completely different from the script he had anticipated. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "Professor, how about I make a bet with you?"

"bet?"

The professor sneered and said, "Do you know what happens when you try to be clever in front of me? There have been patients who thought they could outsmart me and escape punishment, but unfortunately for them, they not only failed but were also punished more severely by me. So are you sure you want to bet with me? If you lose, the punishment will be doubled."

Bai Ge pointed to the electric chair and said, "I bet I can last 10 minutes on the electric chair. If I win, you have to tell me about the situation in Ward 12. If I lose, then you can do whatever you want with me."

"What's the situation in Ward 12?"

The professor laughed immediately after hearing this and said, "I thought it was something serious. Anyway, your memory will be completely erased after today, so telling you won't hurt. Ward 12 is the archive room that records detailed information about every patient, which is why we habitually call it Ward 12. To tell you the truth, you've actually asked me this question three times already. But each time I impatiently brushed it off. Considering that you were willing to bet with me today, to lift my spirits a little in this boring life, I'll just mercifully tell you. It'll save you from having to secretly dig out a line of text under the electric chair every day, and me having to pretend I didn't see it."

Bai Ge silently sized up the professor in front of him, while his mind raced, searching for a solution.

Although the professor in the electrotherapy room discovered the secret, he didn't choose to report it. This means Bai Ge's plan still has room for maneuver. Now, he should try to find a way to access Archives Room 12 to retrieve the information in order to recall everything.

"There's no going back in this world. Since you've already decided to spend 10 minutes on the typical level, I don't mind wasting my precious time enjoying your wailing."

The professor untied the straitjacket binding Bai Ge and dragged him toward the electric chair, saying as he went, "No one has ever lasted more than ten minutes on this old buddy of mine. I want to see how many minutes it will take before you beg for mercy."

"professor."

Bai Ge whispered in the other person's ear, "I also want to see when you will beg for mercy."

Chapter 580, Archive Room No. 12

"I only said I would stay in the electric chair for ten minutes, but I didn't say that I would be the only one to stay in the electric chair for ten minutes."

At this moment, Bai Ge was like a true madman, his eyes revealing a manic emotion. He seemed completely unafraid of the other party's extremely cruel methods, and instead showed an increasingly insane side.

He grabbed the professor, who hadn't even reacted yet, and pressed him into the electric chair, firmly restraining his hands. He said, "Professor, this is our bet. Let's see if you can stay in the electric chair with me for 10 minutes."

"Let me go, you madman!"

The professor's eyes were filled with fear and unease. He had seen all sorts of madmen before, but no matter how crazy, unreasonable, or dangerous the severely mentally ill patients were in the mental hospital, once they entered his electroconvulsive therapy room, they all turned into strange little lab rats. Even just hearing his name would make them cower under the covers and tremble with fear.

This is the professor's reputation and influence in the Second Mental Hospital of Xu City. No one has ever dared to defy his authority, but Bai Ge is the first.

The professor had never seen such a reckless madman. Even the strongest man couldn't withstand ten minutes on an electrotherapy chair. Faced with those crazed eyes, the professor cowered. He tried to call for help, but Bai Ge covered his mouth. During the scuffle, Bai Ge had secretly hidden a scalpel in his hand. Now, the cold gleam of the weapon was revealed, pressed against the professor's throat, and he whispered, "As long as you do as I say, nothing will happen. If you dare to disobey or try to report me, then I'm sorry, you will become the first doctor in this hospital to die in a workplace accident."

The professor's Adam's apple bobbed silently; the ruthlessness in the other man's eyes told him he wasn't joking. He hurriedly pointed to a cabinet nearby and said, "In your current condition, you'll definitely be stopped by the caregivers if you go out. You'll have to put on a white coat and pretend to be a hospital intern assistant."

After scrutinizing the professor for a few moments, Bai Ge reluctantly took a white lab coat from the cabinet the professor was pointing to and draped it over his shoulders. However, as they walked, Bai Ge stayed close behind the professor, ready to act immediately if the professor showed any dangerous intentions, without hesitation.

Normal people can't deal with madmen, because no one knows what extreme things they might do. Madmen don't care about their lives, but the professor doesn't want to die. The two slowly walked out of the dark and gloomy little room. Because the professor had previously informed the caregiver to come in an hour, the corridor was unattended, and no one would be so suicidal as to deliberately cause trouble in the professor's little dark room. It's rumored that very few mental patients can spend a whole day in that little dark room.

Bai Ge led the professor towards ward number twelve, but he didn't forget to mark his body. He also slipped a stun gun into the professor's pocket.

The professor's heart tightened, and he asked in a low voice, "Wait, what do you want to do?"

"It's nothing, just an extra layer of insurance. If you dare to make any rash moves, you'll know what the consequences will be."

After saying that, Bai Ge emphasized the stun gun in his hand and threatened, "The first one to suffer should be your bully."

The professor's lips twitched, and he could only obediently follow. It was nearly midnight, and the corridor was deathly silent; not a soul could be seen. Bai Ge walked behind, close to the professor, and asked in an icy tone, "What exactly do you want to do to me? Why have all my memories disappeared? What are your motives?"

However, none of Bai Ge's questions received clear answers. The professor whispered, "I don't know. You're just a patient sent here by someone higher up, and they specifically requested that all your memories be erased. So we had to use some special methods. At first, they worked quite well, but we didn't expect that you would gradually recall some things. We had no choice but to take the most extreme measure: a prefrontal lobe resection."

Recalling everything he had done in the prison, Bai Ge gradually formed a general conclusion. He knew that in his despair, he had deliberately left various marks and clues so that he would immediately realize his amnesia upon waking. Furthermore, as the clues multiplied, he would quickly uncover the truth behind his amnesia and prepare for his next move. Thinking of this, Bai Ge couldn't wait to know what was hidden in the archives of cell number 12. And what exactly were those strange, bizarre, and terrifying images in his mind?

"Hey, Professor Yang, why aren't you off work yet at this hour?"

The sudden sound interrupted Bai Ge's thoughts. She abruptly looked up and saw an unfamiliar figure standing in front of her in the corridor. She waved and greeted him.

Bai Ge instinctively gripped the scalpel, the sharp blade piercing the professor's skin. The professor instantly tensed, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace. He stammered, "Yes, yes, I couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, so I came out for a walk."

"Wait a minute, Professor. You look terrible. Are you feeling unwell?"

Upon hearing this, the pale and trembling professor tensed up instantly, and his speech became even more incoherent.

"Ah, well, it's probably because I've been working too late these past few days."

The other person agreed wholeheartedly, saying, "We recently admitted a new batch of mental patients, and their emotions are becoming increasingly unstable. It seems the professor will be quite busy. Oh? Professor, is this your new assistant? I've never seen him before?"

Bai Ge said calmly, "I'm a new assistant who just arrived yesterday. My surname is Bai."

"Oh."

The other person nodded in sudden realization and asked curiously, "Where are you two headed so late?"

Bai Ge said with a smile, "The professor has recently developed a new portable mobile electrotherapy device and is preparing to test it on patients. Would the doctor be interested in taking a look?"

Upon hearing that they were going to conduct an electrotherapy test, the doctor was so frightened that he immediately shook his head and made an excuse to leave.

"Well, Professor, I have something to attend to, so I won't bother you any longer. Goodbye."

The man hurried away, not daring to linger even for a moment. Brother Bai, holding the professor hostage, headed towards Archives Room Twelve. The professor, his hands trembling, carefully took out his key to open the archives door. Suddenly, a deep voice sounded behind them.

What are you doing outside the archives room so late at night?

Chapter 581 One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest

The professor's hand gripping the doorknob suddenly trembled, his muscles tensed involuntarily, his lips quivered, and he dared not utter a sound. He clearly felt the thing pressing against his crotch increase its pressure, as if it could send him to heaven at any moment.

The two turned around at the same time, and a man in uniform appeared behind them, coldly scrutinizing them and questioning, "Professor, why are you at the door of Archives Room Twelve? Have you forgotten the previous meeting? No one is allowed to enter the archives room without permission and without the accompaniment of a caregiver."

"I……"

The professor hesitated, glancing repeatedly at Bai Ge beside him, seemingly trying to find an answer from her. However, Bai Ge looked at him seriously and said, "Why are you in the archives again in the middle of the night?"

The man paused for a moment, then said, "I... I was just passing by."

"Just passing by? They've probably been following us all along, haven't they?"

Bai Ge immediately turned the tables, his tone aggressive, and asked, "Otherwise, why would you suddenly appear behind us? If you didn't have ulterior motives towards us, why would you suddenly appear at this time? I advise you not to make any rash moves, or I will call security personnel directly."

The man, falsely accused, didn't even have a chance to argue. He was instantly speechless. Just as he was about to speak, he saw his attacker suddenly rush forward, wielding a stun gun. Before he could even utter a word, an electric current coursed through his body. The man, numb from the shock, trembled violently and couldn't utter a single sound. He eventually collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

Bai Ge turned her head and looked at the professor behind her with ill intent. The professor quickly raised his hands and protested, "I didn't say anything just now."

"Keep opening the door, Professor. You wouldn't want it to end like this, would you?"