# 300
**Chapter 300 – Phase Three**
Outdoor activity field.
Under the shade of a tree, a boy in blue-and-white stripes sat on the ground opposite another in black-and-white stripes.
“So you walked straight up to Hongying and checked yourself in?” Lin Qiye asked after listening to An Qingyu’s account, giving a wry shake of his head. “You didn’t have to. This isn’t just any place—it’s the Purification Chamber. Once you’re in, getting out again isn’t easy.”
“I didn’t do it only for you. The higher the difficulty, the more I wanted to take a look,” An Qingyu replied casually.
“Aren’t you afraid of being stuck here for the rest of your life?”
“It can’t hold me.”
“…” Lin Qiye studied him for a moment, unsure where this confidence came from, then sighed. “Still, two heads are better than one.”
An Qingyu raised an eyebrow. “So you’ve already been planning an escape?”
Lin Qiye nodded.
“You’ve been here longer—let’s hear your take.” An Qingyu’s interest was piqued.
Lin Qiye thought for a moment. “I’m only allowed in the psychiatric hospital and the public areas. I know nothing about the prison blocks. Layout-wise, the Purification Chamber is a huge circle: Sunshine Psychiatric Hospital sits dead center, then the public activity zone, then the cell blocks. Beyond that, I’ve no idea.
“Just looking at the hospital’s security, it’s airtight. With Forbidden Ruins sealed, breaking out from inside is next to impossible; even with them, I wouldn’t bet on success. The outer walls, the buildings, even the ground are ultra-hard metal. In this steel prison, digging a tunnel is out of the question.
“Worse, the warden is a Human Apex, so violent breakout is hopeless from the start. The whole Purification Chamber is one solid slab.”
An Qingyu nodded thoughtfully. “The prison side’s the same. These two days I’ve gathered intel and studied the structure. We can pool our maps and see if anything pops.”
“For now, that’s all we can do.” Helplessness flickered in Lin Qiye’s eyes. “No brute force, no tunnels, no Forbidden Ruins… escaping here is a major project.”
“There’s one thing I don’t get,” An Qingyu said, puzzled. “You’re just a mental patient; why let you use the inmates’ yard? Normal hospitals have separate areas. Aren’t they asking for trouble?”
Lin Qiye blinked. “Maybe Sunshine Psychiatric Hospital doesn’t have its own yard. When I arrived, the doctor told me to come straight to the shared field.”
“Shared field is one thing, but when trouble started, why didn’t the hospital react?” An Qingyu pressed. “They’re supposed to guarantee patient safety—at least assign a couple of orderlies to keep an eye on you.”
Lin Qiye fell silent.
An Qingyu’s words had struck a chord. Immersed in the situation, he’d never noticed anything odd, but now it seemed bizarre: a psychiatric patient sent to a prison yard without protection—almost as if they wanted something to happen.
He glanced toward the squat white building at the very center of the Purification Chamber, suspicion clouding his eyes.
What exactly are they planning?
…
Sunshine Psychiatric Hospital.
Research Center.
A vast room lined with huge screens hanging wall-to-wall. Every monitor played surveillance footage shot minutes earlier in the cafeteria from multiple covert angles—clearly not from the obvious cameras but from tiny pinhole lenses hidden in cracks and corners.
The footage showed Lin Qiye from the moment he got his food, to being dragged before Boss Han, to single-handedly flooring over twenty convicts and crippling Han.
Doctor Li sat before the screens, file in hand, watching intently and jotting notes.
A melodious ringtone interrupted him. He paused the playback and answered.
“Commander Ye.”
“How’s Lin Qiye’s condition?” Ye Fan’s voice came through.
“I was about to report,” Doctor Li said, glancing at the file. “The 72-hour pathological observation—Phase One—and the pseudo-free isolation observation—Phase Two—are complete. Half an hour ago he faced a large-scale, improvised inmate assault, meeting the criteria for Phase Three: stress-combat response observation.”
“Already at Phase Three? The kid stirs things up fast… Cao Yuan took half a month before clashing with the prisoners.” Surprise colored the commander’s tone. “Results?”
“Nearly finalized. Analysis shows that under high pressure and emotional volatility, Lin Qiye’s physical indicators and mood remained stable. No pathological combat errors, no emotional misjudgments, no extreme behavior. Speech clear, logic sound, combat disciplined and methodical.”
“So he truly has no remaining psychological issues?”
“Essentially, yes. But the observation period is still short. We can’t be one-hundred percent sure until the full year is up.”
“There’s no time,” Commander Ye said gravely. “Since his mind is stable, send me the diagnostic report. I need it to apply for the paperwork. Once I have everything, I’ll personally extract him from the Purification Chamber. Keep an eye on him—no slip-ups.”
“Understood.”
“One more thing,” the commander added. “How’s Wu Tongxuan lately?”
Doctor Li exhaled a long sigh. “Same as ever. After all these years, no improvement—he’s the most difficult case I’ve ever seen.”
Commander Ye was silent for a long moment. “I understand.”