Weak in affinity talent? Female ghosts are eager to give hints.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The white electric python continued to leap between heaven and earth, while the bus was parked across the entrance of the Qingshan Mental Hospital.

The difference is that the bus An Lan is sitting in now is completely empty! Looking at the quiet interior, An Lan slightly raised her chin and revealed a smug look.

"really..."

"While buses can forcibly transport people to a highly polluted world..."

"But because my pollution level is always [0], even in a polluted world with a pollution level of [-50], I still can't see those things..."

An Lan's face was reflected in the car window, and the number "0" on the cold headband kept flashing.

From the moment the bus arrived at the mental hospital, the "weirdos," the "pretty faces," and even Yuwen Ji around An Lan all disappeared one after another.

It was as if, in an instant, they were all pulled into another world.

An Lan, on the other hand, seems to have been rejected by that world, and is in a strange, intertwined state.

An Lan slowly stood up and stepped off the bus.

"Boom!"

Amidst flashes of white lightning, the red light illuminating the "Qingshan Mental Hospital" sign resembled a sign of hell, malevolent and eerie.

"so..."

"Am I currently in a neutral world after being rejected by the [Third World]? If I remove the [Medal of Freedom], I'll instantly be integrated into the [Third World]..."

"However... I still have a bottle of [Rationality Potion] on me for margin of error..."

"Tap tap tap—"

Squinting, An Lan headed straight for the Qingshan Mental Hospital.

Inside the hospital, patches of blood scabs were dragged across the exterior walls of the building. On one spot on the ground, a dried bloodstain in the shape of a human figure was visible.

Upon entering the hospital's first-floor interior, the walls of the lobby were covered with stomping footprints, and bloodstains, broken teeth, and scattered fragments of hospital gowns littered the floor, giving the entire space a desolate and abandoned feel.

"Why?"

"so..."

"Does higher pollution levels mean we can see the most authentic [Aoyama Mental Hospital]?"

Walking to the elevator, An Lan pressed the button, only to find that the elevator display screen was already grayed out and broken. Several bloody handprints remained on the metal door.

Ignoring all that, An Lan turned and headed towards the stairwell.

"Tap tap tap—"

The stairwell floor this time is indeed the same as when the "upside-down corpse" first appeared.

The ground was covered with large patches of congealed blood scabs. After stepping on them, An Lan arrived at the door of the warehouse with a series of "crunching" sounds.

"Creak—"

Pushing open the warehouse door, you see shelves piled high with dust.

On the shelf of [018], apart from some bloodstains at the bottom, nothing else was found for the time being.

"Yang Zhenzhen told me..."

"We need to proceed step by step, so... our priority should be obtaining the real rewards from the [warehouse]..."

"Since we can't see anything right now... what about the warehouse in the Third World?!"

Slowly, he wrapped the "Medal of Freedom" beneath his chest tightly with his clothes. The moment the clothes prevented the medal from touching his skin...

"Buzz—"

A loud ringing sound came through my ears!

The old, dusty space around them spiraled and twisted, gradually turning a bright, warm yellow hue. The sound of liquid dripping slowly filled the air...

"Um?"

When An Lan squinted and looked around again, her expression suddenly froze!

now!

The abandoned, old warehouse has been completely transformed. The shelves are neatly stacked, and the overhead lights emit a warm, bright orange glow. Only at the top of shelf [018], a rein hangs from the ceiling!

The reins were tied in a loop, and hanging from the loop was the cold, emaciated body of a boy. He swayed back and forth, rocking like a puppet in the lamplight...

"Tick-tock—"

"Tick-tock—"

His eyes were wide open, and his body was covered in bruises and purple marks, making it look like he had fallen and injured himself.

but!

That wasn't what made him fatal!

Instead, there was a cut on his neck, from which blood was constantly gushing out, staining the reins blackish-red. The seeping blood dripped down the reins and onto the ground, turning the bottom of shelf [018] black...

"you..."

On the reins, those unseeing eyes were staring at An Lan.

After a moment of stunned silence, An Lan slowly embraced the boy's legs and took him off the reins.

"Thump—"

After placing the terrifyingly light corpse on the ground, An Lan closed the boy's eyes again.

"Clatter..."

This time, the boy opened his tightly clenched left hand, revealing a crumpled newspaper and a "wing-shaped" medal.

An Lan bowed again to the corpse: "I'm sorry..."

He immediately took the newspaper and the medal from the boy's hands.

Without further examining the medal, An Lan unfolded the crumpled newspaper. It contained a small section of information that read: "[Reporter's Interview Regarding the 50th Anniversary of the Founding of Qingshan Mental Hospital]".

On this small newspaper, there is a line of distorted handwriting.

[8 o'clock...jumping off a building...attracting attention...the truth...a chance for everyone to leave...]

Those few words caused An Lan's heart to surge rapidly.

"so..."

"So, under the guise of false propaganda, you're a mentally ill person fantasizing about flying... But in the real cage, are your actions an attempt to sacrifice yourself and expose this hospital?"

"Reporter's interview... I understand! I understand! Why was the playground flashing? Why is everything upside down there...?"

"So...so that's how it is..."

"Everything you did, unfortunately... in the end, was all distorted and the truth was turned upside down..."

Her expression grew increasingly somber, and An Lan bowed once more before the corpse: "You are actually free... They cannot imprison your soul..."

After connecting the newly acquired medal in his hand with the "Medal of Freedom" hidden under his clothes, the two pairs of wings merged together, and a faint golden light flashed as a notification sound rang in An Lan's ears!

You have earned the complete "Medal of Freedom"!

[Medal of Freedom: A special item for this instance; it cannot be taken out of the instance!]

[Ability: A badge that allows for free adjustment of mental stats]

[Usage Requirements: Available to all free individuals (You cannot use this service at present)]

[Note: A person who yearns for freedom and resists oppression achieves spiritual freedom the moment they decide to rebel! Regardless of ultimate success or failure, their soul is already free...]

The Medal of Freedom in his hand shimmered with a fluorescent light. An Lan stared at it with a strange look in his eyes.

"A free man?"

"Why am I not one yet?"

Shaking his heavy head, An Lan carefully put away the Medal of Freedom, his expression thoughtful.

The headband was flashing with the value [-52].

After hesitating for a moment, An Lan walked out of the warehouse.

Because of this trip into the "Third World," the old and dilapidated elevator has come back to life.

An Lan walked to the elevator and pressed the elevator button.

"Ding-dong—"

After the elevator doors opened, An Lan stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the [3rd floor]!

If we proceed step by step...

Next, he's going to receive the "real reward" from the [laboratory]!!!