The person is wearing a straw hat, and starts with the power of words!

A dark corner.

A spacious hall.

Bright lights.

There are countless people behind him.

The sound of chaotic footsteps.

They were making a fuss.

Make him stop his foolish escape.

It doesn't matter if they're doctors or nurses.

Or a strong and healthy caregiver.

nobody.

No one can keep up with them.

immediately.

I'll escape this nightmare right away.

Leave that island.

Leave those memories behind.

Leave Belial.

Spades are just a type of playing card.

The rusty smell is just the rusty smell.

Bloodlust and carnage are horror movies.

The screams will never be heard again.

God.

It was as if he had never been saved.

It never existed.

-

His heart was racing.

It seems like they might run away at any moment.

The effects of the tranquilizer haven't worn off yet.

The lights above my head dimmed.

It's hard to say whether it's a problem with the light.

It was still his consciousness.

A flicker of light.

He was starting to feel tired.

His breathing became heavy.

Their pace slowed.

The sound of shouting indicates nearsightedness and farsightedness.

But he knows.

Once you stop, it's righteous.

Then you can forget about running anymore.

He gave him this opportunity.

Perhaps this is only one chance.

The warmth emanating from the palm of my hand.

It really exists.

perhaps.

82 What exactly is he doing?

He is not a paranoid person.

He thought so.

"Patient in bed 403! Return to your room immediately! This is your last warning!"

He was surrounded by everyone without anyone noticing.

“I don’t want to go back! Someone will take me away! He will take me away! I don’t want to go back to that terrible place! Even Belial can’t stop me!” he shouted.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Who can take you away? Your family left here hours ago!"

"No...it's him! Trafalgar Law! He's standing right next to me! Are you blind?"

The doctor looked at him with pity, then gave instructions to the nurse behind him.

"The patient in bed 403's condition has worsened; quickly fetch more sedatives."

He looked at the people around him in shock, and they looked at him with the same expression.

"No...it can't be. Tell me, are you serious? I'm not crazy, am I?"

He was about to speak when he vanished into thin air.

He reached out frantically, only to see the starlight dissipate in his palm.

Am I... really crazy?

"No! I'm not crazy! I'm 057, a normal person! I'm not crazy!"

His voice echoed in the mental hospital at midnight.

He was held down by several strong caregivers and pinned to the ground.

The only thing they could resist was his words.

However, his words eventually disappeared in the tranquilizer flowing in his blood.

-

"It's time to wake up. You've been asleep for two days and two nights."

"It seems they used a little too much tranquilizer this time."

"A few more grams would be a lethal dose."

Sima Di slowly opened his eyes, his consciousness somewhat hazy.

Belial was sitting by his bedside.

"I failed... I was so close to escaping... and then I would never have to see your hateful face again..."

Sima Di spoke slowly, but it was as if he was using all his strength.

The sedative was still working, stronger than ever before.

After all, the medication used for mental patients is not diazepam, which is used for ordinary patients, but chlorpromazine, which has strong side effects.

"Yes. You were just a little bit short. I doubt anyone would have thought that a patient who is frequently given sedatives could run so fast... Here, have some water."

Belial slowly fed Sima Di a spoonful of water.

The saliva felt like a gentle rain from heaven, relieving my parched and burning throat.

"Why... are you being so nice to me... Is there an even harsher punishment waiting for me? If so, that would be wonderful... preferably a fatal one..."

"There will be no punishment, because this was just a mistake."

"Mistake?"

"Yes, it was a mistake. The careless nurse forgot to close the door, which gave you the chance to escape. But such an opportunity will not come again..."

“No…it was Trafalgar Law, Trafalgar Law. He broke the door and led me away from here. And this can’t be a hallucination, because he…”

He shook his head, trying to deny it.

"Are you saying he broke the door? No one could break the door here so easily, let alone the door to the room where you are locked up."

"But he is Trafalgar Law..."

“He’s not insane, but paranoia isn’t something we want either. You kept calling out that name while you were unconscious. I checked, and he’s just a fictional character.” Belial put down the bowl. “Tels, don’t you know where you are?”

Tels is a transliteration of the English word "tenth," and he always liked to call himself that.

Sima Di struggled to get up and took a look around.

This was in his room. And his dear roommate was sitting on the opposite bed, looking at him with a creepy grin, as if still thinking about taking a bite out of his neck.

Everything here is as usual.