It's time to become an evil god.

Bai Ge raised her head in confusion, looked at Professor Yang in front of her, and tentatively asked, "That's it?"

Professor Yang's usually impassive face couldn't help but ripple slightly. His chest heaved, and he seemed to have met his match. With a touch of emotion, he said, "Young man, your courage reminds me of when I was young and naive, going to a bathhouse for a scrub. I even asked the scrubber if he had eaten, and he solemnly told me that I was very brave, and that he had scrubbed several people like me to death before. As a result, I almost ended up having to be sent to the provincial dermatology hospital for a skin graft that day."

However, Bai Ge clearly ignored Professor Yang's sentiments and continued to mock him, "Professor Yang, could you please increase the power consumption a little? With this level of skill, you dare to call yourself the strongest torture master in the mental hospital? My dog ​​could do better than you even with his eyes closed. Why don't you stop wasting the power in the mental hospital and become a mine owner instead?"

"In that case, I'll use my best skills."

Professor Yang's eyes were filled with anger after his self-esteem was hurt, and his hands began to tremble. Others could question his personality and his character, but they could not question his professional competence!

When it comes to electrotherapy punishment, he's absolutely number one in the industry!

He said through gritted teeth, "I hope you won't regret what you've said, young man."

"Professor, Professor, wait a minute!"

Bai Ge quickly made a pause gesture, causing Professor Yang to stop his hand, which was about to increase the pressure. He thought Bai Ge had suddenly had a change of heart and withdrew his hand from the battery adjustment button, deliberately asking with a stern face, "Do you know you were wrong?"

"No, no, before you show me your best skills, I actually have a question I want to ask you."

Bai Ge shook his head and asked seriously, "There are 1.4 billion people in the country. Professor Yang, you seem to be quite old. Do you even have a population figure?"

The atmosphere in the small dark room froze instantly. The others quickly closed their eyes and pretended to be unconscious and not hear anything. This guy probably even picked out his urn on the way to the mental hospital.

"good very good."

Professor Yang was so angry that he laughed, but his laughter looked even more terrifying than crying. The wrinkles on his face were squeezed together, like a piece of dried and cracked old tree bark.

"You asked for this!"

After saying that, Professor Yang immediately pulled the power switch.

……

The director of Xushi Mental Hospital sat in his office, flipping through the documents in his hands. Recently, the number of mental patients admitted to Xushi Mental Hospital has surged. In just two weeks, nearly a dozen dangerous mental patients have been admitted, including the silversmith who committed a series of decapitations, the puzzle maniac Mystery, the leader of a secret cult, Penguin, and some patients who were transferred from other mental hospitals because there were no other facilities available. The hospital had to reopen the long-abandoned severe mental hospital to temporarily house them.

What worried the dean even more was this newcomer with an unknown identity, who seemed to be a virtual character who appeared out of nowhere in this world. There was no information about him, so he could only temporarily refer to him as Patient Number One.

sizzle.

Suddenly, the lights above flickered on and off. The dean looked up, a look of surprise on his face.

Last time, Professor Yang, in a bad mood, went too far, almost turning a group of mental patients into vegetative states in their beds. It was only thanks to the hospital's efforts to suppress the situation that it didn't cause any social impact. Thinking of this, the dean's expression immediately changed, and he stood up and strode quickly towards the small dark room.

Even though the small, dark electrotherapy room at the end of the corridor was separated by a large door, the dean could still emit dazzling light through the crack in the door. Anyone unaware of the situation would think that the dean was inside practicing Voldemort's Avada Kedavra technique.

Bang bang bang.

The dean frantically pounded on the door, urging and shouting, "Professor Yang, Professor Yang, open the door right now!"

After urging them three or four times, the noise inside finally stopped.

Professor Yang impatiently opened the door. The anxious dean glanced inside, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that no one was dead. He then reprimanded Professor Yang, "Professor Yang, please understand your responsibilities. I'm here to treat patients, not to kill!"

"I……"

The dean was surprised to find that Professor Yang's face showed a rare look of disappointment and resentment. Professor Yang, who had been in this field for many years and whose life had long been filled with the pleasure of morbid torment, was also feeling depressed.

In that instant, the dean's heart skipped a beat. As the gold standard of Xushi Mental Hospital, Professor Yang must not make any mistakes!

A series of mocking and sarcastic voices echoed from the small, dark room.

"Professor Yang, why did you stop? Weren't you going to let me experience the ultimate pain? Is this all you've got? Honestly, I think you might not be suited for this line of work. You're not young anymore. Have you considered switching to delivering food to save up for your coffin? I have a friend who owns a coffin shop. I have his business card. If you mention my name, I can give you a 20% discount on the urn."

"...Dean."

Professor Yang suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with a hint of hysterical madness, his teeth grinding together as he said through gritted teeth, "I suggest our hospital apply to have a high-voltage line installed. I refuse to believe this idiot won't be electrocuted."

Upon hearing this, the dean was terrified and quickly stopped Professor Yang's crazy idea. "Professor Yang, no, no, no! People will die if they are electrocuted! Here's what we'll do: I'll arrange for you to rest first, and I'll put this guy in the dangerous mental hospital ward."

Before Professor Yang could even get his consent, the dean hurriedly told the caregivers behind him to quickly send this plague away.

Bai Ge even exclaimed, still wanting more, "Professor Yang, really, please consider it! We also have a family burial package with the second box of ashes at half price!"

Then a piercing curse rang out from behind, "I'll fucking electrocute you idiot someday!"

The two caregivers, having received instructions from the hospital director, did not dare to delay and quickly pushed Bai Ge toward the monitoring area for dangerous patients, muttering to themselves as they walked.

"Who is this guy? How did he manage to make the arrogant Professor Yang lose face?"

"Shh, keep your voice down. Have you forgotten what happened to Dr. Cui? Just because he was bored and had nothing better to do than chat with patients, he's now taken off his white coat and put on a patient gown himself."

At this point in the conversation, both of them fell silent, but their eyes never left Bai Ge. This kind of rare freak, almost a once-in-a-century phenomenon, was simply a stumbling block in the history of the development of human mental illness. When this guy was cured, it would basically be a declaration that a major and intractable disease in the history of mental illness had been conquered.

The caregiver first swiped the access card, then used a key to open a heavy, locked door before finally arriving at the intensive care unit. The steel railings and the heavily guarded staff made the place almost like an impregnable prison.

Medical staff must undergo metal detector scans and are only allowed entry after being checked for the absence of any metal instruments. Behind some seemingly ridiculous regulations lie lessons learned through hardship. These must be firmly remembered from the very first day of employment.

With a clang, the door opened.

Bai Ge was pushed into the dangerous mental patient ward and locked in a completely transparent monitoring room. After the restraints were removed, the caregivers were unwilling to stay in this awful place any longer and hurriedly left after detaining him.

The sound of an iron gate opening echoed down the corridor, followed by the clanging of metal as it closed, before everything fell silent again.

Bai Ge began to walk around. At first, he could only hear heavy breathing. Then, he gradually heard various sounds. From the next room on his left, he heard the faint sound of fingernails scraping against the wall, while on his right, he heard eerie whispers, as if someone was praying.

Three sides are sealed off by airtight concrete walls, cutting off any hope of escape, while a single glass door offers a clear view of the corridor and the cell opposite.

"Hey Hey."

A strange, eerie laugh echoed from the cell directly opposite. From the shadows, a bizarre man with a face full of stitched-up chins slowly emerged, eyeing the newcomer with ill intent.

"Hmm... I really didn't expect that a newcomer would come to this godforsaken place. Should I say you're lucky, or should I say you're incredibly unlucky?"

The man narrowed his eyes, staring at the young man in front of him as if he were sizing up prey, and said with a smile, "I forgot to introduce you. The one living in the room to your left is the dismemberment puzzle maniac, the one on your right who keeps babbling is Penguin, the leader of the cult, and I am the silversmith, the serial decapitation killer."

Disappointingly, the newcomer showed no excitement whatsoever, only indifference.

The silversmith tapped incessantly on the glass window, continuing his provocative statement, "Everyone here is a cold-blooded old killer, a butcher with days' worth of lives on their hands. And you?"

"I?"

Bai Ge thought for a moment and said seriously, "I'm a long-time anime fan."

Chapter Eighty-Nine: Useless trash, what good are you!

"An old-school anime fan?"

A sense of foreboding washed over everyone. That seemingly harmless, smiling face held an unfathomable depth, as if he were sizing up his prey.

"Yes, I've been so obsessed with anime and manga that I've been in the anime and manga community for decades. I'm highly respected, and people call me 'Old Man'."

"..."

"To help cosplayers who like anime characters, I even bought a plate rolling machine at home to turn them into paper dolls and sell them to you otaku at a high price."

"..."

The silversmith sensed that the young man was quite ill and coldly asked, "How did you get in?"

"Of course it was a robbery, but someone in the coffee shop secretly called the police, which led to the coffee shop being heavily surrounded by the police."

Bai Ge said casually, "After a four-hour standoff with the police, I finally broke through their encirclement in order to turn myself in at the police station and try to get a reduced sentence."

"..."

Even the penguin next door, who was muttering some unknown incantation, stopped and glanced strangely at the concrete wall. When Fang Ruozhi spoke at just the right moment, they couldn't tell if he was telling the truth or joking.

The atmosphere became heavy.

"Who exactly are you?"

The silversmith felt uneasy. He was just a player hunter who had impersonated someone else to carry out the mission, lurking in the shadows and plotting his own schemes.

He was certain that this was a personal daily dungeon quest and that no other player could possibly intervene, but the young man in front of him gave him a completely different feeling from the crazy mental patients around him.

Beneath this guy's crazy exterior, there seems to be an extremely calm mind.

He was a player who delved into unorthodox methods. Unlike those humanoid Titan player hunters who used items to hone their physical bodies to the extreme, the items he possessed almost entirely focused his talent on taking shortcuts. His sixth sense, sharper than that of a beast, allowed him to detect any subtle risks in advance.

My sixth sense was telling me that this guy in front of me was not as harmless as he looked.

Although he was not good at fighting, the silversmith had been able to handle previous missions smoothly and easily thanks to his excellent survival tools.

But this time, even though the cell was practically useless to the player hunter, he felt a deep unease in his heart.

Who am I?

Bai Ge sat on the bed and muttered to himself, "I am nothing more than an ordinary mental patient."

What the hell is this? Just a regular mentally ill person.

If you were outside, you'd be nothing short of a heinous and monstrous criminal. You'd probably only be on the same level as the Joker or Batman.

Dangerous, very dangerous.

The silversmith felt as if the word "danger" had appeared above his head.

"Although taking rash action might attract the attention of the Special Incident Handling Bureau, failing to deal with this guy could pose a threat to our subsequent operations...tsk tsk tsk."

The silversmith closed his eyes and sat cross-legged. After thinking for a moment, he opened his eyes and took out a bronze hand mirror from his inventory. Behind the mirror were mottled, solidified, and blackened bloody handprints.

[Item: Mirror for Sealing Evil Spirits]

[Quality: Average]

[Feature: Able to summon ordinary evil spirits from the mirror after reciting the corresponding incantation]

[Postscript: Sir, the female ghost we summoned is here to scare people. Please don't have any daring ideas, okay?]

The clock on the wall turned past twelve, but the people imprisoned in the airtight, dangerous ward for the mentally ill had little awareness of the transition from day to night. For them, the only light was the dim ceiling light emanating from above.

The silversmith bit his finger, drawing a complex symbol on the smooth surface with the blood from his fingertip, and whispered a spell.

The blood-stained symbols on the mirror were quickly swallowed up. The silversmith's face did not appear in the smooth bronze hand mirror, but a dark shadow emerged. Even without a face, one could feel the shadow in the mirror staring back at oneself.

Each summoning of an evil spirit comes at a price; the higher the price, the stronger the summoned spirit. Furthermore, the spirit must be given the most accurate description of its target. Last time, the silversmith's phrase "take his dog's life" caused ambiguity, leading the evil spirit to kill the target's pet husky.

“Go and kill that guy in cell 401 across the street, wearing white clothes, about 1.7 or 1.8 meters tall, around 20 years old, with eyes, ears, a mouth, and a nose, neither fat nor thin. The reward is a life.”

The image in the bronze hand mirror flickered like ink painting for a moment, then quickly disappeared from the silversmith's sight. Sitting in the darkness, he raised his head, glanced at it, and then closed his eyes again.

The lights in the corridor began to flicker, creating an eerie atmosphere. Bai Ge walked to the front of the corridor and peeked inside.

The other rooms were pitch black, with no one in sight. Even the prayers of the cultists nearby had vanished, leaving only deathly silence.

pat.