It's time to become an evil god.

Soon, most of the pedestrians on the street were evacuated, and the police surrounded the scene, vigilantly watching every move inside the coffee shop.

I heard he's also a mental patient.

The negotiation experts, unable to wait for the police's instructions, entered the coffee shop first, attempting to persuade the robbers with love.

Shortly after they entered, the negotiation expert went missing.

When the special police officers and staff from the mental hospital arrived, they were all taken aback by what they saw in the coffee shop.

The perpetrator went so far as to pull out his phone and demand that all the hostages help him cut the price on Pinduoduo (a Chinese e-commerce platform). He threatened to stab anyone who refused, even the negotiating experts who had been brought in! He even tried to persuade the negotiating experts to get the police to drop their weapons and surrender!

After all the hostages had helped to make a cut, a satisfied Bai Ge also cooperated by dropping his knife, giving up resistance, and surrendering.

Because Dr. Yang was also in the coffee shop and conducted a thorough mental evaluation of the patient, it was confirmed that he did indeed have a mental problem.

He will face punishment from a mental hospital!

So, after an injection of anesthesia, Bai Ge obediently fell into a deep sleep.

When he opened his eyes again, the first thing he saw was the ceiling above his head, which kept disappearing at a steady pace. Every few seconds, a light bulb emitting a dim yellow light would appear in his field of vision, and then quickly disappear from his sight.

Bai Ge tried to shake her body, but her hands, feet, and even head were firmly fixed to the handcart, unable to move. She wanted to speak, but the lower half of her face was stuck in a mask, her chin was fixed, and only a few small holes in her nostrils were left for breathing.

In that instant, he thought of Dr. Hannibal Lecter in the straitjacket from The Silence of the Lambs.

The trolley in the corridor jolted, giving Bai Ge a chance to turn her gaze. Out of the corner of her eye, she could barely see the old walls on both sides, their surfaces peeling off to reveal moldy bricks, and water seeping down. Huge, thick steel pipes stood silently in the corner, dripping water from their rusty joints.

With limited visibility, Bai Ge couldn't gather more clues, and he also temporarily suppressed his idea of ​​using the item. Revealing his hand prematurely, without knowing whether there were any players in the mental hospital, would be extremely dangerous.

“It has been about three or four minutes since he woke up. He hasn’t walked the whole corridor yet. Based on the previous floor plan, we can roughly deduce that he should be in Building B of the mental hospital now.”

At that moment, the front of the cart seemed to have bumped into something, and it wobbled slightly. Then, with a soft creak, a door was pushed open.

A door frame flashed into view, and Bai Ge vaguely saw something like "Main Inpatient Room" written on the door. Finally, the platform cart stopped inside the office.

A deep male voice came from out of sight, "Stand him up!"

Immediately afterwards, the fixed axles under the platform cart were turned, making a creaking, teeth-grinding sound. Bai Ge's gaze followed suit, turning towards Ali.

A small, single observation room appeared before him, with several wooden bookshelves along the wall, filled with a pile of documents.

Several doctors wearing masks and white coats stood in front of them. One of them, a middle-aged man who looked like the director of a mental hospital, waved his hand and ordered, "Take off his mask!"

The caregiver removed the mask from Bai Ge's face. The director sat at his desk, picked up a pen, and asked, "We couldn't find any file about you. What's your name?"

Bai Ge raised her head and thought for a moment before saying calmly, "You might not believe it, but I'm actually mute."

Click.

The pen in the dean's hand almost broke.

Officer Wang, who was standing to the side, looked up and stared at Bai Ge with a calm gaze, and asked, "Are you trying to stir up trouble? Tell me, why did you rob and take hostages?"

Bai Ge waved his hand and said, "It's nothing, I just wanted to commit a crime before the judges started work this morning."

"..."

Officer Wang frowned and whispered something to the hospital director beside him. The director first frowned, then slowly nodded, seemingly agreeing to some shady deal.

The dean ordered, "Take off his straitjacket and put on handcuffs instead."

Although it was against regulations, the hospital director had given the order, so the caregiver had no choice but to comply. He removed Bai Ge's straitjacket and handcuffed one of her hands to the iron chair to prevent her from escaping.

Bai Ge shook his handcuffed left hand, a satisfied smile on his face, and said softly, "That's great."

The dean tentatively asked, "How do you feel?"

Bai Ge took a deep breath and said happily, "It feels like coming home."

Come back home?

Ha ha ha.

The dean sneered inwardly, thinking, "You'll be crying soon enough!"

"Who exactly are you?"

While flipping through the files, Officer Wang said, "Why can our facial recognition matching only match you with Takeshi Kaneshiro, Daniel Wu, Eddie Peng, and Tony Leung?"

Because Bai Ge used mission items to subtly alter his face, he appears to be a non-existent figure, making it impossible to ascertain his identity.

Bai Ge nodded and said, "It's normal. Back then, when I was walking down the street, I often heard people behind me say, 'Hey handsome, come play with me!' I was overjoyed at the time, and when I turned around, I saw a Pleasant Goat rocking car trembling in the wind."

What the hell is this about Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf?!

For some reason, Officer Wang felt a sense of camaraderie with mentally ill patients, a feeling he had never encountered even when interrogating heinous serial killers.

As Bai Ge spoke, he observed his surroundings, eventually fixing his gaze on the dean. Just as the dean relaxed his guard and moved to a dangerous distance, Bai Ge suddenly attacked, grabbing the dean's neck and pulling him forcefully in front of him. Before the dean could react, his neck was gripped tightly.

"Don't move! Or I'll strangle him!"

His sharp gaze swept over everyone present, and his forceful rebuke immediately intimidated the others.

The sudden turn of events caught Officer Wang off guard. Fearing he might harm the hostage, he could only stand still, too afraid to move. He casually warned the other party, "It's no use. Even if you take hostages, you won't get out of this hospital."

"Who said that? I even learned a thumb dislocation technique to deal with being handcuffed."

Everyone present heard a soft cracking sound as Bai Ge forcefully dislocated his thumb. He forced a smile, enduring the pain, and said, "Didn't expect that, did you? Huh? What happened? It's still not off?"

Officer Wang and the dean were silent for a moment, then finally said quietly, "Um... your left hand was tied up, right? Why did you break your right thumb?"

"Ok?"

Bai Ge lowered his head, looking at his dislocated right thumb, and the joy on his face slowly froze. "Eh? It seems... I made a mistake?"

The dean's blood pressure rose a little, and he quickly shouted, "Everyone, get him! Stop this idiot!"

"Wait! Everyone stay away! You think this is all I have left?"

"and many more!"

Officer Wang quickly stopped the restless crowd, saying warily, "Everyone be careful, this guy probably has other tricks up his sleeve!"

Bai Ge pulled out a piece of instant noodles from a Master Kong braised beef noodle bowl from his pocket and said with a sneer, "I never thought that my instant noodle lock-picking skills, which I've practiced for years and ruined all the locks in this neighborhood, would actually come in handy today! You think a mere pair of handcuffs can lock me up? Watch closely! Today I'll show you what real skill is!"

As he spoke, he inserted the wire into the lock of the handcuffs by the bedside, skillfully turning it a few times, causing everyone else's hearts to involuntarily rise.

Then everyone heard a soft clicking sound.

Bai Ge pulled the half-eaten instant noodle out of the keyhole, his lips twitched, and he muttered under his breath, "Damn, I broke the instant noodle again."

He looked up, slightly embarrassed, and asked in a low voice, "Um... could you help me find a locksmith?"

The attending physicians exchanged a silent glance, then collectively took a step back, fearing they might be infected by something from the other.

Even Officer Wang, who was standing nearby, sighed and said with a pang of sympathy, "I feel sorry for him. Why don't we put him on Waterdrop Crowdfunding to raise money for a brain transplant?"

A large group of people rushed forward and firmly restrained Bai Ge. The rescued dean touched his neck with lingering fear and breathed a deep sigh of relief. For some reason, he felt that when Bai Ge was captured, a mysterious and unpredictable smile suddenly appeared on his lips.

However, the dean was no longer in the mood to think about the meaning behind that smile. He waved his hand impatiently and said, "Hurry up and take him to Professor Yang. I have never seen a patient who can last three rounds in Professor Yang's hands."

Upon hearing Professor Yang's name, the other medical staff turned pale with fear. They hurriedly pressed Bai Ge down, stuffed her back into the straitjacket, and pushed the trolley toward another dark corridor.

The deeper you go, the more the lights in the corridors begin to flicker, and you can faintly hear agonizing screams.

Bai Ge noticed that each caregiver's face showed a hint of fear and unease. The deeper they went, the stronger the fear became. Finally, the trolley stopped, and Bai Ge saw a thin, balding, middle-aged man with a receding hairline wearing glasses standing at the door, with a dark room behind him.

A smile suddenly appeared on that perpetually expressionless face, as if trying to create a kind and gentle expression. But to Bai Ge, it looked more like the butcher in Dead by Daylight who was all smiles and no action.

The burly caregiver even used respectful language when he saw Professor Yang, saying, "Professor Yang, I've brought the person over to you."

"Oh, another child is coming?"

"The dean said..."

"understood."

The reflective lenses obscured the other person's expression. Professor Yang, sounding impatient, said in a hoarse voice, "The dean has already given instructions. This time, I will treat the patient with the highest level of hospitality, hehehe."

Chapter 88 Dangerous Madman Among the Mental Patients 4K

After being pushed into the small dark room, Bai Ge suddenly realized the seriousness of the situation. There were three or four other unfortunate patients inside who were forcibly strapped to chairs and covered with metal patches all over their bodies.

The walls were covered with X-ray scans, and shelves held brain tissue that had been preserved for who knows how long. The glass jars, not completely sealed, emitted a faint smell of formaldehyde, making the whole scene look eerie and terrifying.

Metal plates connected countless wires that extended to a huge, complex machine in the corner, on which were several intricate electric meters with their pointers swinging back and forth. Sparks constantly flew from the slightly old mechanical surface, as if it might explode at any moment.

"Professor, I know I was wrong, please let me go! No, no, no, Professor Yang, I wish your whole family good health, ah!!!!"

As the power was switched on, the patients in the electric chairs began to convulse, their bodies steaming, foaming at the mouth, and emitting shrill screams. Professor Yang watched this scene with great pleasure, even involuntarily curving a sinister smile onto his lips, as if he were watching a wonderful drama. He would occasionally lick his dry, chapped lips with a satisfied expression.

The professor then turned around and gave Bai Ge a sinister smile, like an old man guarding the showers in a Nazi concentration camp. Feeling uneasy under his gaze, Bai Ge's heart skipped a beat. He tentatively tried to ingratiate himself, saying, "Professor Yang, wait, please don't make a move yet. If you don't, I have a girlfriend who's worth 8700 million, she..."

Don't give me that.

Professor Yang waved his hand impatiently, interrupting Bai Ge, and said coldly, "What, is your girlfriend also a Blue-Eyes White Dragon with an attack power of 3000?"

Bai Ge's expression froze, and she tentatively asked, "Huh? How did you know?"

Professor Yang pointed at the four men on the electric chair with ferocious expressions and faces like ancient gods, and said in a cold voice, "The ones who were sent here for electrocution before all begged for mercy like this. You can try to come up with a fresher excuse."

Bai Ge was silent for a moment, then tentatively asked, "What if I said it was the Crimson Lotus Demon Dragon?"

Without saying a word, Professor Yang kindly began to evenly apply saline solution to Bai Ge's skin, and then placed the conductive metal plates that had tormented countless patients on Bai Ge's temples.

"Doctor, this is my first time receiving electrotherapy, and I don't have much experience. Should I follow the procedure and call out my name directly, or should I improvise and sing an aria?"

The other patients were nearly paralyzed with fear upon hearing these words. This guy was like a mouse licking a cat's boots, always looking for trouble. He was relentlessly mocking them; he really had no fear of death!

Professor Yang pushed up his glasses. Having spent years working in the dark and gloomy electrotherapy room, his mentality had long been twisted and darkened. He could only find a little meaning in his life in the screams of others.

The more indifferent Bai Ge acts now, the more pitiful she screams later, the more excited Professor Yang will become.

"It's okay, once I pull this switch, you won't be able to say anything witty anymore."

He walked up to the appliance and started turning the switch, delivering the voltage up to the maximum range that a human could withstand. Then he turned to Bai Ge behind him and said, "Although I think people's fetishes are their own business, I still strongly suggest that you get electrotherapy!"

The next moment, a strong electric current coursed through his body, but due to the influence of the incomplete ancient god's umbilical cord, the effect of the electrotherapy was like scratching an itch through a boot.

Professor Yang gazed at the other man expectantly, hoping to see pain, surprise, and despair in his eyes. However, Bai Ge merely yawned lazily, adjusted his posture, and said nothing more.

Even the mentally ill patients who were suffering alongside them were stunned on the spot.

Is this guy the Flash? He doesn't even flinch at this level of electrotherapy torture?

Professor Yang, standing to the side, frowned deeply. Based on his years of experience working in the electrotherapy room, this value was already close to the maximum range the human body could tolerate; any further stimulation might cause the patient to faint. He coughed, trying to save face in front of the other patients, and asked in a low voice, "Are you scared?"