# 282
**Chapter 282: Guardian of Qiye’s Chastity**
Observe for a year?
Lin Qiye knew his own mental state best. Ever since waking from that illusory world, he had been completely normal—there was no need for further observation or treatment.
But no matter what he said, Doctor Li wouldn’t believe him. The doctor was determined to eliminate every last hidden risk in Lin Qiye’s mind. Unless the full year of observation passed, he wouldn’t let him leave.
Throughout the night, Lin Qiye had thought things through. Even if he did leave, he had nowhere to go—but he still had much to do.
He had to resurrect his aunt. Resurrect Yang Jian. Resurrect the captain. Rebuild a never-ending Mortal Divine Realm. And he had to kill Gaia and Loki—to avenge everyone.
To accomplish all that, he needed power.
Being locked up here like a lab rat for a year would be nothing but a waste of time.
Since Doctor Li wouldn’t release him, he had only one option left…
Jailbreak.
Lin Qiye narrowed his eyes as he followed the orderly through the research institute’s maze-like corridors, mentally mapping the layout while quietly noting every detail of the bustling facility.
His gaze landed on something, and puzzlement flashed in his eyes. He asked:
“Excuse me, what’s this place for?”
He pointed to an empty room on the right. Through the large pane of glass he could clearly see a metal cube identical to the one in his own ward, sitting in the dim observation chamber.
The setup and structure were exactly the same as his.
The only differences: the lights here were completely off, the cameras in every corner were inactive, and no researchers stood outside watching. It looked abandoned.
“Oh, this?” the orderly said. “Same as your unit—used to hold extremely dangerous psychiatric patients. There are three such units in total; this one’s been decommissioned.”
“Decommissioned?”
“Yeah. The patient inside left. Years ago now.” The orderly tilted his head, thinking. “It was another teenager, younger than you at the time. Name was… Cao Yuan, I think.”
Hearing that name, Lin Qiye froze; the image of a gloomy black-haired boy hugging a blade resurfaced in his mind.
So he’d stayed here too…
Thinking of Cao Yuan naturally led to Baili Pangpang. With Cangnan gone for so long, he wondered how they all were…
…
Shenzhen.
Neon lights flickered on as dusk fell. Beneath the darkening sky the brilliant lights of the bustling city ignited, painting a gaudy, intoxicating reflection overhead.
At this moment, inside the tallest, brightest skyscraper in the city—
A chubby little figure in a bathrobe stepped up to a wide floor-to-ceiling window and looked down, the whole of Shenzhen mirrored in his eyes.
“Good-bye, Mummy, tonight I sail away~
Don’t worry, I’ve wisdom and joy for oars~”
A crisp ringtone rang out. He picked up the phone and answered.
“Hello?”
“It’s me.” A low voice came from the other end.
“Cao Yuan, I swear…” Baili Pangpang grinned, pushing back his damp hair with a sigh. “Why is it always right after my shower? Something’s off with you, bro.”
“…” Cao Yuan was silent a moment. “Cut the crap. Any news on Lin Qiye?”
Baili Pangpang’s eyes narrowed. He walked back into the living-room; the curtains slid shut behind him, blotting out the cityscape.
“After Cangnan vanished I used family connections to track him. He definitely isn’t dead, but he’s not in Cangnan either.”
“Spare me the obvious—I’ve combed Cangnan, he’s not there.” Cao Yuan’s voice stayed flat. “Tell me something new.”
“Heh.” Baili Pangpang chuckled. “Even if you hadn’t called, I was going to ring you tonight. This morning I got word: Lin Qiye was admitted to the Purification Chamber as a psychiatric patient. He woke up yesterday and is under observation—supposedly for a full year. If the higher-ups of Night Watch hadn’t stirred, I might never have found him.”
At the words “Purification Chamber,” Cao Yuan fell silent.
“Old Cao, fancy a big job?” Baili Pangpang lowered his voice mysteriously.
“What are you plotting?”
“Break Qiye out, of course!” Baili Pangpang said as if it were obvious. “Think about it—the Purification Chamber is still a prison; conditions suck. And I hear it’s chaos inside, Forbidden Ruins sealed. With Qiye’s looks, something’s bound to happen!”
“…”
“I’m not scare-mongering! I checked: every year plenty of inmates die in weird ways. Men and women are kept apart, and most of the guys inside… prefer men. With Qiye’s face, he’ll be target number one. And you know him—he’d rather die than submit. What if they gang up on him…
This is about Qiye’s chastity, Old Cao—we can’t just watch!”
Baili Pangpang ranted, spraying spit, face twisted in panic, as if he’d already dreamed of Lin Qiye being ravaged and hanging himself in despair.
Cao Yuan held it in, then muttered, “It’s actually not that chaotic—I spent years there.”
“Exactly!” Baili Pangpang slapped his thigh. “Look at you now—something’s clearly wrong!”
“…You’re the one who’s wrong!” Cao Yuan finally cursed back.
“Besides, that was years ago. Who knows what it’s like now?” Baili Pangpang pressed.
Cao Yuan was quiet a long while. “The Purification Chamber is Great Xia’s only prison for superhumans. Its defenses are top-tier. Even Klein-level experts can’t force their way in, let alone us.”
“Who said anything about forcing?” Baili Pangpang’s mouth curved upward.
“Oh? You have a plan?”
“Nope.”
“…”
“Plans come when they come.” Baili Pangpang stood, solemn. “Old Cao—only we can protect Qiye’s chastity!”