It's time to become an evil god.

[Characteristics: Blood healing techniques passed down from ancient Yharnam, capable of opening higher-dimensional spiritual vision, attracting the gaze of certain indescribable beings]

[P.S.: Sir, when the abyss gazes upon you, please do not take off your pants, thank you.]

"There were even legendary-quality item rewards. In other words, the mission we just went through was riskier than we thought?"

Fortunately, the intervention of the Special Affairs Bureau mitigated a significant portion of the mission's risks. If he had been facing Xu Junfang, who was one with the Tai Sui, alone, he was unsure if he could have survived.

After Bai Ge took stock of the props he had, feeling that he was about 60-70% sure he could get out of the mental hospital unharmed, he sent a message to the broker: "I've taken care of the mission for you. Give me the doctor's contact information and the architectural layout of Xushi Mental Hospital."

A few minutes later, the broker replied.

"it is good."

Bai Ge changed her clothes and took a bus home. Along the way, there were police cars and armored vehicles under martial law, rapidly approaching the old city.

After returning to the Folklore Research Association, Bai Ge took a shower, destroyed all clothing evidence, and then received a new email containing a personal contact file and a floor plan of Xushi Mental Hospital.

He first glanced through Dr. Xu's personal file. The photo showed a young man with messy hair, dark circles under his eyes, and a yellowish stain on his neck, staring blankly at the camera.

Below is the doctor's detailed address and contact information.

Name: Yang Chai

Age: 24 years old

Occupation: Psychiatrist

Bai Ge took out a scalpel from his pocket, drew an X on the doctor's face, and muttered to himself, "I'm sorry, Dr. Yang, I've offended you."

Chapter 86 I want to write the word "execution" on your medical record.

Bai Ge ultimately underestimated the Special Affairs Bureau's powerful ability to handle special events. When he woke up the next day, the withered magic lotus stems that could be seen throughout most of Xu City had disappeared without a trace. Even the guards in the old city had all been withdrawn, and the city had returned to normal order.

What surprised Bai Ge even more was that the old town, which had been ravaged by Tai Sui, had been restored to its original state.

This is not a simple restoration; it even retains the old, dilapidated appearance it had before the destruction, as if time has reversed.

Realizing something was wrong, Bai Ge subtly inquired with the ordinary people around him. He discovered they had absolutely no memory of the old town, as if the entire city had been collectively erased from memory. He couldn't even find any information about the old town online.

Time rewind? One-click refresh? And large-scale memory erasure memes?

Bai Ge nodded thoughtfully, "The Special Affairs Bureau should possess some interesting restart item, but based on the current information, this item is not effective against players."

This was the first time Bai Ge had witnessed the depth and power of the Special Affairs Bureau. After stuffing the last steamed bun into his mouth, finishing his soy milk, wiping his mouth, he got up and left the small shop on the side of the road in the old town.

Bai Ge hailed a taxi and headed towards the meeting place. He had specially disguised himself for this meeting, carefully putting on two exquisite human skin masks to completely disguise himself as another person.

An ordinary young man.

The taxi stopped at the entrance of an old park. Bai Ge didn't rush in. Instead, he walked around the park wall to make sure he didn't detect any other players before entering the park.

It's still working hours, and apart from a few elderly men playing chess and walking their birds, there's no one around.

Only a fortune teller at a stall caught Bai Ge's attention. After possessing the incomplete umbilical cord of the ancient god, his sixth sense became exceptionally sharp, and he always felt that the other party was monitoring him.

He tentatively stepped forward and sat down opposite the fortune teller.

The fortune teller, who had been dozing off, immediately perked up when he saw someone sit down. He adopted a mysterious and inscrutable posture, coughed lightly, and said, "Young man, what are you?"

"Master, things haven't been going well for me lately."

Bai Ge sighed silently and said with melancholy, "Recently, Grandpa Wang next door has been seriously ill and hospitalized. I used to have a relationship with him like that of a father and son. I just wanted to do some calculations."

"I understand."

The master made a finger-counting gesture, interrupting Bai Ge, and said, "You want to calculate when Grandpa Wang next door will get better, right?"

Bai Ge quickly shook his head and said seriously, "No, no, no, I want to calculate whether I, who am like a father to him, can win the inheritance against his biological children?"

"...Young man, I've been running a fortune-telling stall for so many years, and this is the first time I've ever seen such a unique idea from you."

"It's okay. Before, to prove that fortune tellers weren't scamming people, I would go there with a knife. Anyway, nine out of ten people who run away when they see me are scammers."

"Cough cough cough."

The fortune teller nearly choked on his saliva, frantically patting his chest. Bai Ge asked with great concern, "Master, what's wrong?"

"No, it's nothing."

The fortune teller waved his hand and said, "My blood pressure is a little high."

"is it?"

Bai Ge immediately pulled the fortune teller's hand away, took out a small knife from his pocket, and the fortune teller's eyelids twitched.

"Wait a minute, what are you going to do?"

Bai Ge explained in a serious tone, "I used to cut my wrists to bleed Grandpa Wang next door to help him lower his blood pressure. It's okay, if you're afraid of the pain, I can do it for you."

"……and many more!"

The fortune teller's lips twitched slightly. He silently pulled a crumpled 100-yuan note from his pocket and stuffed it into Bai Ge's pocket, pleading, "My lord, it's not easy for me to make a living. Please, have mercy on me. There's a fortune teller on the next street. If all else fails, go and harass him."

Even after close contact, Bai Ge couldn't sense any extraordinary abilities from the other person, which put him at ease. Just then, his phone vibrated in his pocket. Bai Ge answered the phone, and a cold, unfamiliar voice came from the other end.

"See that black sedan at the park entrance? Get in."

Bai Ge frowned. "Not meeting here?"

"Too many people, too many eyes, so we've changed locations."

Since the other party had said so, Bai Ge had no choice but to stand up and get into the black sedan at the door.

After Bai Ge left, the master, who had just been shocked, regained his indifferent expression and took out his phone to dial a number.

"The target has been spotted."

"Yes, and there was also a guy with a rather abnormal thought process with him."

……

Sitting in the back seat, Bai Ge squinted and carefully examined the young man driving the car.

With messy hair, bloodshot eyes, and dark circles under his eyes, he lazily yawned.

She does indeed look the same as in the photo.

He drove Bai Ge to a coffee shop and found a secluded corner to sit down.

The air inside was a bit stuffy. Bai Ge sneezed, rubbed his itchy nose, then pulled out a packet of yellowish-brown powder from the lining, sprinkled it on the table, took out his bank card from his wallet, crushed the powder, and inhaled it through a straw. After finishing, he tilted his head back with a very enjoyable expression, turned to the guy in front of him and said, "You know what, inhaling nasal powder like this is the proper way."

"..."

His actions left Dr. Yang speechless, and she was so frightened that she almost pulled out her phone to call the police. She silently wondered to herself, "Could this guy really be mentally ill?"

Dr. Yang asked tentatively, "Tell me, young man, who do you want to send to the mental hospital in Xu City?"

Bai Ge said, "Myself."

"puff."

Dr. Yang nearly spat out his coffee. He looked at the other person with an incredulous expression and asked hesitantly, "You're saying you're sick?"

In his experience, very few mentally ill patients openly admit that they are ill.

"Yes."

Bai Ge said seriously, "I once held an e-sports competition in an internet cafe to see which contestant could withstand higher voltage. Within minutes, all the contestants were sent to the hospital. In order to learn the legendary noodle lock picking technique, I once used a pack of instant noodles to gamble on all the door locks in every residential area."

What's with that arrogant tone you're using, even though you're mentally ill?

Dr. Yang gasped and said slowly, "I have to say, after hearing your story, I'm tempted to write 'execution' on your medical record."

Chapter 87 Coming to the mental hospital is like coming home 4k

Four thousand words chapter

Dr. Yang has worked in this field for many years and has seen all sorts of mentally ill patients. For example, one patient called the police station to announce that he was going to commit a crime and asked the police to leave work early, only to be caught on the spot by the officers on the night shift.

Some suggestions include: hospitals should implement a bottom-ranking elimination system, euthanizing patients with the lowest recovery rates monthly. Others involve calling the mayor's hotline to request the issuance of 200 million yuan in counterfeit currency in an effort to combat rampant local theft.

After two years of contact, Dr. Yang gradually came to understand a principle.

Studying medicine cannot cure mental illness.

But Dr. Yang can legally make someone a mental patient.

However, the clear-headed and eloquent mental patient in front of Dr. Yang even sparked a strange thought in his mind.

Could it be that he's the doctor and I'm actually the patient?

The thought startled him as soon as it popped into his head. He shook his head and quickly dismissed the absurd idea. Dr. Yang tentatively asked, "Are you sure you want to walk into a trap? A mental hospital is no good place."

The memory of those dark, acrid rooms filled with the smell of burning electricity and sparks, along with the bespectacled, grim-faced electrotherapy doctor, gave him the illusion of being in hell.

I instinctively gripped the coffee cup in my hand, took a deep breath, and stopped thinking about those terrifying nightmares.

However, he still underestimated the guy's shameless remarks. "Of course I'm sure. In fact, before I came to see you, I specifically asked the hardware store owner to prepare ropes that would bind a person's hands so they couldn't break free, duct tape to gag them so they couldn't make a sound, pliers that could easily pull out a person's teeth, an iron awl that could smash a skull in one go, and a saw that could dismember a body without any effort. The owner was quite surprised at the time, asking me why I was slaughtering a pig before the New Year, saying that it was not easy to celebrate the New Year early, and even gave me a set of boning knives as a gift, guaranteeing that the bones could be scraped clean."

What the hell? Slaughtering a pig before the Lunar New Year? Is this how you slaughter a pig? Or are you going to a stolen goods dealer to buy a murder weapon?

"and many more."

Initially thinking the other person was joking, Dr. Yang seemed to realize something chilling, and swallowed hard. "Could it be that you..."

"Dr. Yang, you guessed right."

Bai Ge blinked, a sly smile appearing on his lips. Suddenly, he stood up, put one foot on the table, and shouted, "Everyone, be quiet! I have something to announce!"

The customers in the coffee shop stopped what they were doing and turned around at the same time, all focusing their attention on him.

Bai Ge pulled out black leggings from his pocket and put them over his head, then pulled a knife from his backpack and shouted, "Robbery!"

The people in the coffee shop turned pale with fright and raised their hands in fear and unease.

After saying that, Bai Ge slammed the WeChat payment QR code on the table and shouted sternly, "Those with money, pay up! Those without money, scan the QR code! If you don't have a QR code, you can use the POS machine!"

"Hurry up, be quick, don't force me to do it! When I'm in a rage, I'd even eat shit!"

After saying that, Bai Ge turned his head, and Dr. Yang, whose face was pale, immediately regretted it. He had made a mistake in his judgment. This guy's level of expertise should be among the best in the critical care unit!

"you!"

He pointed at Dr. Yang in front of him and said, "Quickly call 120 and ask your colleagues from the mental hospital to come over!"