Heavenly Official Sends Evil

Chapter 989 The Circular Asylum

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Wu Xian carefully pushed open the door. The door was badly rusted, and the sound of it opening and closing made his heart itch.

Outside the door was a short corridor, five meters long and one and a half meters wide, with only one room in it, which was Wu Xian's ward. There were no lights in the short corridor, and the emergency signs on the lower part of the wall painted everything a dark green color.

Looking back at the top of the ward door, there was a sign that read "Geng Character Ward".

This place is probably not for accommodating regular patients, because a normal ward door wouldn't have thick steel plates and rivets attached to it.

A piercing creaking sound came from all directions.

"There are many door opening sounds, which means I'm not the only one here, but I don't know whether the others are friend or foe."

Wu Xian walked out of the short corridor, and the lights began to brighten, revealing a three-way intersection in front of him.

Directly ahead was another short corridor, at the end of which was a half-open door, seemingly leading to some spacious area.

There are two and a half-meter-wide curved corridors on both sides. The lower half of the walls of these curved corridors are painted green. There are ward doors on both sides, but they are ordinary wooden doors with numbers like '1-37' and '2-45' on them, which means that there are at least dozens of ordinary wards.

Some of the wards have been opened, and people are coming out of them one after another.

These people were all wearing blue and white striped hospital gowns, but unlike Wu Xian, their hands were bound with restraints, preventing them from moving freely.

One of the long-haired, haggard men glanced around furtively, then fixed his gaze on Wu Xian, walked straight over, and whispered:
How many times have we met?

Wu Xian squinted. Judging from the way the question was phrased, was there some kind of time loop involved?

"Hmm...first time?"

"Thank you, I'll come back to ask you again."

After hearing this, the long-haired man shook his head and left. Wu Xian watched his departing figure, his eyes full of doubt.

Snapped!
Wu Xian was suddenly tapped on the shoulder. He quickly turned around, only to find that there was no one behind him.

"Clang!"

Wu Xian swallowed hard; he felt a little flustered.

The thing that just patted his shoulder ignored his senses when it came and went, which means that the other person could have cut his neck without making a sound.

If Wu Xian had encountered this scene in a blessed land, he would have been much calmer.

Because in the blessed land, Wu Xian was favored by the gods and had a clear mission objective, and it was common knowledge that evil spirits and illogical things existed in the blessed land.

But here...

All Wu Xian knew was that he was Wu Xian.

As for where he came from, where he's going, what he's going to do, what he's going to kill, and whether he has any teammates...

These are all unknowns!
Given the unknown circumstances surrounding Wu Xian, and the fact that he encountered something completely unknown and whose nature he couldn't discern as friend or foe, how could he possibly remain completely calm?
Although he was a little flustered, Wu Xian didn't show it. Instead, he took a deep breath and began to explore along the winding corridor on the right.

The corridor was filled with many helpless patients who looked like long-haired men, and their conditions varied.

Some huddled in the corner, shivering; others moved slowly along the edge of the wall, shaking their heads as if on guard; still others had their ward doors open, but the patients were still lying in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. Some were crying, some were shouting, some were screaming... all sorts of people were there, the environment was noisy and chaotic, and it was very upsetting.

"So, this is a mental hospital?" "My current identity is that of a mental patient?"

Wu Xian frowned and continued forward. After walking a short distance, he came to a crossroads. The scene at this crossroads was almost exactly the same as when he had just walked out of the ward. The only difference was that the ward sign at the end of the short corridor outside the arc-shaped corridor was different. This one was the "Ji" ward.

"There are two types of wards: one is a large number of general wards, and the other is wards with iron gates and private short corridors..."

Snapped!
Wu Xian was patted on the shoulder again.

The slap made Wu Xian's back muscles twitch, but there was still nothing behind him.

He swallowed nervously, his face showing unease, and continued to cautiously explore forward.

The curved corridor was long, but it looked the same everywhere. If it weren't for the fact that the mentally unstable patients were in different states, Wu Xian would have the illusion that he hadn't moved at all.

Along the way, Wu Xian encountered many special wards, named after the characters "戊", "丁", and "丙"...

Every time he passed through a short corridor, he would be patted on the shoulder. He tried slapping back, kicking, constantly turning his head nervously, and even walking backwards, but he could not avoid this invisible pat.

Wu Xian's emotions became increasingly unstable, and sometimes he would even roar and pound on the wall.

When he arrived at the door of the Ren-character ward, he was patted again. Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer. He roared in frustration, his expression contorted, and he punched the air wildly while shouting.

"Who is it? Are you never going to stop?!"

"Get out here right now! Don't hide like a cockroach. Come out and fight me one-on-one!"

However, although Wu Xian seemed to be mentally broken at this moment, it was actually the calmest moment he had been since waking up from his hospital bed.

He used his rage as a cover to take the opportunity to think and integrate the information he had previously gathered.

"This is not a blessed place, but I keep thinking about how it came to be, and it just keeps going on and on."

"Since we're already here, let's treat this place as a blessed land and contemplate its innocence."

"This is a mental hospital. The doctor's orders say that medication is needed to treat the illness, so if you want to get out of here, it must be related to your treatment."

"The doctor who called himself 'Fuyuan Good Voice' told me to follow his medical advice, so I should be a patient, but I can't rule out the possibility that there are other patients."

"The doctor's instructions also said not to let the medicine discover my identity, which means that the 'medicine' is not medicine in the conventional sense, but something with self-awareness..."

"From my observation, there are ten special wards, numbered 'A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, G', and there are at least two hundred ordinary wards."

"Assuming there are people in every ward, among such a large number of people, who are the patients? Who are the medications? And what are their identities that cannot be discovered?"

"Are all the people in these ten special wards in the same situation as me?"

Wu Xian thought about it again and again, but not only did he not get a definite answer, he had even more questions.

He had been thinking for quite a while, and it would be rather fake for him to continue pretending to be impotently furious.

So Wu Xian gradually slowed his breathing, glanced around, and strode forward with his hands behind his back like an old Chinese medicine doctor inspecting a hospital, shouting in a fierce but actually cowardly manner:
"Go ahead and take pictures, I'm not afraid of you. It's just a couple of slaps, it won't hurt me!"

Ahead lies the Geng ward. Regardless of the purpose of the thing that patted Wu Xian's shoulder, once Wu Xian has circled the area, his subsequent actions will likely become more aggressive than before. This will be a good opportunity for Wu Xian to seize the opportunity!

(End of this chapter)