It's time to become an evil god.

The ceiling of the entire solitary confinement cell was splattered with blood, and even a pool of blood had formed on the floor. A man sat atop a mound of corpses, his hands clasped under his chin, and slowly raised his head to look at the paper effigy that rushed in before him.

Bai Ge's face was still stained with blood, which he casually wiped with the corner of his clothes, and asked suspiciously, "Why are you here? What are you planning to do with that watermelon knife?"

The paper effigy quickly pulled out a large watermelon from behind him, sliced ​​it in half with a swift motion, and presented it to the man with great obsequiousness, saying that he knew their boss was experiencing life in a mental hospital, so they had brought this watermelon as a token of their concern. He even politely added that the watermelon was grown with manure and was sweeter than first love.

Bai Ge ignored him and walked towards the door. The paper effigy carrying a watermelon knife followed closely behind. The cult leader kneeling in the corridor was dumbfounded to see Bai Ge emerge from the ward unharmed, with even the evil god following behind him.

Something's wrong, something's very wrong, something really serious must have happened!

He stood up, clenched his fists, and roared from behind Bai Ge, "Wait, I want to know, who exactly are you, no, who are you?"

"I?"

Bai Ge was too lazy to pay attention to the other party. He had more important things to do, so he casually made up a story, saying, "I've said it before, I'm just an old-school anime fan."

"An old-school anime fan? An old-school anime fan?"

The other person's figure had already disappeared into the depths of the dark corridor, leaving only Penguin constantly chewing on what he had just said. What was originally a mundane reply, under Penguin's analytical skills—scorching high on his college entrance exam reading comprehension—revealed a look of sudden realization. Penguin slapped the back of his head and declared confidently, "I get it! So that's what it means! Only the world of anime can save this world from its dire straits! Thank you, senior! I'll go establish the Love Live! cult right now!"

The penguin's eyes were filled with unwavering determination, and it bowed deeply in the direction Bai Ge had left, brimming with gratitude.

It is our duty to restore the glory of the world of anime!

……

At night, the Xushi Mental Hospital almost turned into a zoo, with all sorts of patients wailing and howling. It was probably so deep that even Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva couldn't handle it.

The silversmith, who had originally melted into liquid metal, slowly coalesced into a human form in the corner. For this mission, he had specially purchased a special anesthetic gas device called "Sleeping Kogoro Mouri" from the flea market, which could selectively put certain targets into a deep sleep. Now, all the caregivers and doctors on duty in the hospital were peacefully trapped in a dream, and even if property deeds fell from the sky outside, they wouldn't wake up.

The silversmith first went to the monitoring room to turn off and destroy all the surveillance footage. This mission only gave him a vague objective: to go to the basement. However, he was completely clueless about what he was required to do.

However, the silversmith had encountered this kind of task before. The system would give all sorts of hints in the task instance. If the player hunter missed those hints, it was very likely that the task would become more difficult or even fail.

Therefore, the silversmith did not rush to build the basement, but instead needed to constantly collect various clues along the way.

According to the architectural floor plan of Xushi Mental Hospital, it can be determined that these newly built floors do not have a basement. The only building with a basement is the ward that was previously burned down. At that time, it was a major accident in Xushi, resulting in 32 deaths, 7 injuries, and 1 missing person.

The reason for the fire was vague. According to the fire department, the fire was deliberately set on fire, but no evidence of arson could be found. The investigation was eventually shelved, and the burned ward remained unused for many years.

The silversmith keenly sensed that the fire accident from years ago might be inextricably linked to the missing patient, so he tried every means to sneak into the archives room to investigate the missing mental patient, but apart from a name and gender, there was nothing else.

Moreover, the diagnosis was only given hastily as a case of paranoia.

There were too many illogical things going on, and the silversmith had a vague feeling that there were other secrets behind the mental hospital. He stepped out from his hidden corner and headed towards the dangerous building surrounded by overgrown weeds and bushes. However, as soon as he took a step, he felt a strange force emanating from the depths of the corridor.

A sinister atmosphere instantly enveloped my entire body, and goosebumps rose on my skin.

The silversmith took out a hand mirror from his pocket, only to find that the mirror's surface was covered with countless spiderweb-like cracks, as if it had been shattered by some mysterious force without his knowledge.

Tapping.

Footsteps echoed down the corridor, and the silversmith quickly assumed a guarded stance. Only when the figure drew closer did he realize it was the new patient.

As expected, this guy has a problem.

The silversmith was filled with mixed emotions, but he remained calm and said, "I didn't expect you to dare to follow me."

"and then?"

Bai Ge, with his hands in his pockets, said as he walked, "I was just curious and wanted to take a stroll around the mental hospital in the middle of the night."

"hehe."

The silversmith waved his phone around. "I've already placed an order on WeChat mini-program to have someone kill you. Let me know when you get killed so I can confirm receipt."

"Excuse me."

Bai Ge pulled his hands out of his pockets and said with a cold smile, "You might have to give the seller a bad review."

An ominous premonition welled up in the silversmith's heart. Sensing something was wrong, he immediately prepared to take out his weapon from his inventory, only to find himself frozen in place, unable to move.

It felt as if time and space around him had frozen, and he could only watch helplessly as the other person walked towards him.

The paralyzed silversmith watched in terror as Bai Ge approached him, unable to utter a word, his mind filled with only one insane thought.

Does this person have the ability to stop time?

The corridor was filled with countless fishing lines, thinner than a hair, forming an invisible spider web that trapped its prey.

Bai Ge rubbed his hands together with a smile, raised his fists, and assumed a boxer's ready-to-fight stance.

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The tense and terrified silversmith couldn't even swallow a sip of water. It felt as if invisible threads were binding him. He began to regret his actions; the other party had clearly used some covert method to stealthily approach. He had been completely careless, never expecting that such a small mental hospital would harbor such extraordinary talents.

"Don't be nervous. This is a new trick developed by the Mogadishu gang after watching the anime repeatedly for many years. It's a pity that we can't find a road roller around here, so we had to use this thing as a substitute. Anyway, the effect is about the same."

After saying that, Bai Ge pulled out a stun gun from his pocket, its tip crackling with terrifying arcs of electricity. The name of the item was even projected onto it, thoughtfully providing an introduction to the weapon for his opponent.

Avada Kedavra

Upon seeing these seven words, the silversmith felt a chill run down his spine, suddenly recalling a terrifying legend circulating on the player forums. It was said that a mentally ill player was fond of torturing his opponents' genitals, subjecting them to brutal physical castration. Panic gripped the place, and low-level players, lacking essential survival items, even donned insulated groin protectors to ensure their genitals' safety.

Could this guy be the mentally unstable cattle hunter?

The silversmith was inwardly fuming. Was this some kind of joke? Could a mentally ill person become a gamer these days?

Now even the opportunity to use items is restricted. If the opponent isn't a player from the Special Affairs Bureau, they might die on the spot. Thinking of this, the silversmith panicked a little and immediately used the last item that only required mental activation.

[Mind Communication Device]

"Boss, boss, wait a minute, I admit defeat, I surrender!"

Bai Ge, who was originally prepared to beat the other party into a pulp, paused slightly and cautiously took half a step back. The other party had not spoken, but the voice echoed in his mind, unusually clear.

Is it some kind of mind-control item? You never know what your opponent will pull out of their inventory.

However, Bai Ge, who was wielding a stun gun that could kill off offspring, was too embarrassed to criticize his opponent.

Bai Ge had seen similar items in the flea market before. A picture, a melody, or even a strange symbol could interfere with and harm players with low mental defense levels.

Seeing that the other party did not rush to attack after the communication, the silversmith, grasping at a sliver of hope, hurriedly begged for mercy, "Boss, boss, as long as you don't kill me, I'm willing to unbind all the items on my body and transfer them all to you, just please spare my life."

The other party desperately tried to curry favor with Bai Ge, since life is the most important thing in a game where you can only complete it in one life. If you run out of items, you can buy them at the flea market, but if you lose a life, the game ends and you have to reincarnate and start over.

After a moment of contemplation, Bai Ge asked seriously, "Tell me, do you have one of those mirrors in your inventory that you can use to look at notebooks?"

The silversmith hesitated for a moment, then weakly replied, "No, no."

Are there any gadgets that can turn animals into various humanoid kemonomimi (animal girls)?

The silversmith said with deep unease, "Ah? This, this isn't there either."

"Is there any kind of gadget that can allow you to enter the world of doujinshi?"

"Shut up! A scholar can be killed but not humiliated!"

The silversmith took a deep breath and slowly said, "As a player with dignity, I would rather die than... wait, I think I actually have this item."

"I'm sorry, I don't need it."

Only then did the silversmith realize that a group of eerie monsters had appeared around him. Paper figures carrying two watermelon knives on their shoulders slowly walked out of the dark corridor. With each step, a chill rose from under their feet, like demons from hell.

The corridor instantly turned cold and eerie.

His eyes lit up, and he let out a cold laugh, "Hehehe, you're finished, the ghost beating I ordered has arrived!"

With tattoos of a blue dragon, a white tiger, and Peppa Pig on its chest, this paper effigy of a tough guy slowly approached. The silversmith's eyes darted around, signaling him to get to work immediately. The paper effigy understood and nodded, indicating no problem. Then, taking advantage of Bai Ge's inattention, it quietly moved behind him and suddenly pulled out a pre-prepared watermelon knife, starting to cut a watermelon.

At the prompting of the paper effigy, the other vengeful ghosts glanced at Bai Ge, grabbed stools without a word, and rushed over to arrange their positions clearly.

Seeing that something was wrong, one of the strong and powerful ghosts secretly picked up a brick, turned around and walked to Bai Ge, indicating that the table was a bit shaky and asked him to put a brick under the table.

Bai Ge sat in the chair, eating watermelon while enjoying the unfortunate man's embarrassed appearance, and asked, "How do you feel?"

"How dare you betray me! Where is your professional ethics?"

The silversmith was so angry he felt like vomiting blood. This was the first time he had ever seen such a vengeful ghost with no professional ethics. The evil spirits he had summoned before were willing to eat excrement as long as they paid a sufficient price.

The paper effigy waved its hand, indicating that it didn't want to do it either, but the other party was simply too strong.

As a vengeful ghost, it still knows the difference between a full meal and a full stomach.

Damn! So you bunch of vengeful ghosts are bullies who prey on the weak and fear the strong!

Bai Ge waved his hand, interrupting their conversation, and stepped forward, saying, "Alright, now you should tell me the secret of this mental hospital. My goal has nothing to do with you; I just want to know the connection between this mental hospital and the disaster in Yaotai Town. If you give me a satisfactory answer, you can have a special meal tonight."

After saying that, he pointed to the vengeful ghosts poised to attack, "If the answer is not satisfactory, they will have an extra meal tonight."

"You didn't come here to look for the basement?"

"basement?"

The silversmith was also stunned. Under the other party's intimidation, he hesitated for a moment before revealing some of the clues.

"I don't know what secrets are hidden inside Xushi Mental Hospital. I was just following instructions to enter the so-called basement of Xushi Mental Hospital. It was all a system task."

"The basement of the mental hospital?"

"Yes, according to the intelligence I gathered before, Xu City once had a crematorium used to burn corpses, which was hidden in the basement. As for why there was a crematorium in the mental hospital, I can only say that the reason behind it is enough to cause second-degree burns."

Bai Ge asked with interest, "Where is the basement located?"

"It should be in an abandoned old hospital ward, where a fire decades ago burned all the secrets to ashes."

The silversmith sighed and said, "That's all I know."

Bai Ge said thoughtfully, "It's okay, maybe I have a way to find out the secret in the basement of the mental hospital."

For some reason, hearing those words gave me a bad feeling. "Wait, what exactly do you want to do?!"

"Of course, we should ask the director, who knows the most secrets about the mental hospital!"

The stun gun glowed brightly in the darkness, the pale electric light illuminating a face more sinister and terrifying than a ghost. Bai Ge turned his head and said with a cold smile, "Let's hunt down those bulls trapped in the darkness!"

……

A piercing pain shot through his temples. Stimulated by the pain, his eyelids twitched, and the director of the mental hospital slowly opened his eyes, looking around blankly.

"This is where?"

It took him a few seconds to realize that he seemed to have fallen asleep while he was grading documents.

He had just received a call from his superior saying that a patient in his hospital was highly likely to have been impersonated and that he needed to investigate immediately. However, after hanging up the phone and taking a sip of black tea, he became so sleepy that he couldn't keep his eyelids open anymore and collapsed onto the table, falling into a deep sleep.