# 291
**Chapter 291: The Lunatics**
"Boss, do you think it was him…?" Scarface asked in a sinister tone.
"Bullshit!" Boss Han glared at him. "Did your brain grow in your ass? A kid who just arrived this morning could take out One-Eye right under my nose without a sound? And how would a newbie know our killing methods, let alone where we hide the tools?"
Scarface immediately lowered his head.
"The one who did it must be someone who’s been in the Purification Chamber for years—someone cunning and ruthless… Maybe even one of us." Boss Han said with certainty.
Scarface froze. "Boss, you mean… there’s a traitor among us? He killed One-Eye?"
Boss Han’s gaze swept across the familiar figures in the cafeteria. After a moment, a cold smile tugged at his lips. "No matter who it is, if they dare cross me, they’re dead."
Meanwhile, on the other side of the cafeteria.
An Qingyu took his tray from the serving window, politely said thank you, and walked toward a corner table.
As he walked, he took in the entire layout of the cafeteria with his peripheral vision. Only when he reached the farthest table did he sit down slowly.
He looked down at the half-piece of fish on his plate and sighed helplessly.
"I really hate fish…"
…
Outdoor exercise yard.
Lin Qiye dropped the heavy weights behind him and staggered to the ground, gasping for breath.
Today, he had completed his training mission. Under the high-intensity regimen, every muscle in his body ached, and he felt utterly drained.
This method had been taught by the instructors at the training camp. Though painful, it was effective. If he kept at it, returning to peak physical condition wouldn’t be difficult.
Lin Qiye glanced up at the large clock atop the prison. It was almost time to return to the asylum. He struggled to his feet and trudged toward the building.
About thirty seconds after he left, An Qingyu emerged from the cafeteria.
His gaze swept across the empty yard. He shook his head slightly in disappointment and muttered as he turned toward the cellblock:
"Where is he…?"
…
As Lin Qiye approached the transparent door, he saw a figure in the same patient uniform crouched in the corner, head lowered, staring intently at something.
It was the same patient he had passed by yesterday—Wu "Old Dog."
Lin Qiye hesitated, then walked over and crouched beside him, scanning the ground. It was spotless—not even an ant in sight.
"What are you looking at?" Lin Qiye couldn’t help asking.
"Shhh!!" Wu "Old Dog," his hair a mess, raised a finger to his lips. "Quiet! Don’t wake him!"
Lin Qiye lowered his voice. "Wake who?"
"Little Flower."
Lin Qiye blinked, then looked again at the empty ground. He frowned, wanting to say, *There’s no flower here,* but held his tongue.
After all, he had once been the primary doctor for three mental patients. He knew how to communicate with them.
After a while, Wu "Old Dog" noticed Lin Qiye still staring at the ground and whispered, "What are *you* looking at?"
"I’m looking at Little Flower too," Lin Qiye replied without lifting his head.
"But Little Flower is dead."
"…" Lin Qiye’s mouth twitched. He looked up. "When did Little Flower die? I didn’t see it."
"Just now!" Wu "Old Dog" looked at him as if he were blind.
"Then what are you looking at now?"
"Little Potato."
Lin Qiye: …
He gave up trying to communicate with Wu "Old Dog" and stood. Just then, the transparent door opened, and an orderly waved him in.
Lin Qiye stepped inside. Another orderly poked his head out and called to the still-crouching Wu "Old Dog":
"Wu 'Old Dog,' time to go home!"
Wu "Old Dog" looked up and shushed the orderly. "Shh! Little Grass is still sleeping! Keep it down!"
The orderly’s mouth twitched in exasperation. He walked over and dragged Wu "Old Dog" away. As he was pulled along, Wu "Old Dog" kept staring at the empty patch of ground.
Lin Qiye glanced back, then followed the orderly deeper into the asylum.
"What’s wrong with Wu 'Old Dog'?" Lin Qiye asked.
"He’s mentally ill."
"…I know that. I mean specifically."
"I’m not sure." The orderly shook his head. "Doctor Li handles Wu 'Old Dog' personally. No one else knows what his actual condition is."
"Alright…"
Lin Qiye returned to his metal room, closed the door behind him, took a quick shower in the makeshift bathroom, and lay back on the bed. He began reviewing the day’s observations, mentally simulating possible escape routes.
After long, fruitless deliberation, he sank his consciousness into his mental world.
**Asylum of the Gods.**
"—Cluck-cluck-cluck-caw!!"
As Lin Qiye stepped into the courtyard, a Pekingese darted past him, clucking like a chicken.
But the shrill crowing was only background noise. A far more *evil* voice filled the air…
"Ah～～～!!"
"Nothing is as beautiful as spring!
The swaying grass grows tall and lush!
The thrush’s egg, a tiny sky,
Its song, through echoing woods, cleanses the ear…"
On the rooftop, a handsome blond man strummed a lyre, gazing poetically at the courtyard below, singing with passion!
"Cluck-cluck-cluck-caw!!"
The Pekingese ran frantically in circles. No matter where it hid, the voice followed. Finally, it gritted its teeth and slammed headfirst into a wall. It twitched once and passed out.
Lin Qiye’s mouth twitched violently.
He turned to see Li Yifei and A Zhu sitting nearby, cotton stuffed in their ears, pale-faced and utterly defeated.
Lin Qiye walked over, about to speak, then paused and asked:
"Where’s Hongyan?"
Li Yifei pointed to the rooftop.
Lin Qiye looked up. Behind the poetry-reciting Bragi, a red-haired figure appeared—and *kicked* Bragi off the roof without hesitation!