Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

At the center of the commotion, several prison guards were punching and kicking a ragged old man.

The old man curled up on the ground, unable to fight back.

"Oh my god, this is too inhumane!"

Wu Hen shouted exaggeratedly and rubbed his hands.

"Old Lin, Sister Qing'er, should we speak out when we see injustice?"

Lin Qiye held down Wu Hen, who was eager to try, and frowned: "Let's see the situation first."

An Qing'er looked around with a stern look in her eyes: "This fasting place is darker than I imagined."

"That's right, this is simply hell on earth!"

Wu Hen echoed, his eyes rolling around.

"However, as the saying goes, wealth and honor are sought in danger. Perhaps there are some rare treasures hidden here!"

Lin Qiye held his forehead helplessly: "Can you be more serious? This is a fasting place, not an amusement park!"

"It's easy to get in, but hard to get out. Do you think this is fun?"

An Qing'er glanced at Lin Qiye and said, "I'm not doing this entirely for you. It's just that this place is heavily guarded, and even I'm curious, so I came to find out what's going on."

"Sister Qing'er is so domineering!"

Wu Hen gave a thumbs-up with admiration, "I just like your courageous spirit of being as brave as a man!"

Lin Qiye glared at Wu Hen unhappily: "Stop flattering me, Qing'er, are you really not afraid of being trapped here?"

An Qing'er's lips curled up with a confident arc: "Trap me? They don't have the ability to do that."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a scream, and the old man was kicked hard by a prison guard. He hit the wall and spit out blood.

"Stop!" Lin Qiye couldn't bear to watch it anymore, shouted and rushed forward.

"Hey, Lao Lin, wait for me!" Wu Hen shouted strangely and followed closely behind.

An Qing'er flashed and joined the battle.

The three men fought with the prison guards, using fists and kicks, each move fatal.

Wu Hen didn't forget to show off while beating them: "Dear brothers, I'm a newcomer and don't know the rules. Please bear with me!"

The prison guards refused to listen and became even more brutal.

Lin Qiye snorted coldly, and a sword energy condensed in his hand, forcing several prison guards to retreat.

An Qing'er kicked a prison guard away with a flying kick.

As the situation became increasingly tense, a man in uniform came over and shouted, "Stop it!"

Everyone stopped and looked at the person who came.

"Lin Qiye, An Qing'er, you are so bold! You actually dared to cause trouble in the fasting center!"

The man glared at the two men and said, "Come here, arrest them!"

Wu Hen leaned close to Lin Qiye's ear and whispered, "Old Lin, this is getting serious..."

Lin Qiye's eyes glared and he clenched his fists...

"Well, just arrest me, I'm still doing well in there!"

Wu Hen shrugged nonchalantly and even scratched his ears.

"But, big brother, can you let me change out of this 'beggar's outfit' first? It's really prickly!"

Lin Qiye rolled his eyes at him and said to the man in uniform, "We just can't stand their bullying. We don't intend to cause trouble."

"Cut the nonsense!"

The man in uniform waved his hand impatiently, "Take him away!"

The prison guards rushed forward and took the three away.

The cells in the fasting center were dark and damp, and the air was filled with a musty smell.

Wu Hen sat down on the ground and complained, "Lao Lin, this place is too shabby! There's not even wireless internet!"

Lin Qiye ignored him, walked to the corner of the cell, and carefully observed the surrounding environment.

An Qing'er leaned against the wall, closing her eyes and resting.

"Old Lin, you don't really plan to retire here, do you?"

Wu Hen leaned over and asked in a mean tone.

Lin Qiye opened his eyes, a gleam of light flashing in his eyes: "Of course not, I have been observing the layout here, looking for a way to escape."

"Sister Qing'er, what about you?"

Wu Hen turned to look at An Qing'er, "You're not planning on being a 'prison beauty' here too, are you?"

An Qing'er opened her eyes and glanced at him indifferently: "Do you think I'm just a talker like you?"

"Hey, Sister Qing'er, you can't say that,"

Wu Hen complained, "I'm just livening up the atmosphere and regulating the mood, do you understand?"

An Qing'er ignored him and turned to Lin Qiye and said, "Qiye, what do you think of this place?"

Lin Qiye nodded: "The layout of this fasting center may seem complicated, but there are actually traces to follow."

"When I was at Sunshine Mental Hospital, I also studied the security measures there. There are many similarities between the two."

"The situation in prison is similar."

An Qing'er added, "I also recorded some terrain structures before. Perhaps we can combine them and find a breakthrough."

Wu Hen perked up when he heard this: "Hey, that's a good idea! If the three of us join forces, we can definitely escape!"

Lin Qiye pulled out a crumpled piece of paper with some complicated lines drawn on it. "This is the structural diagram of the fasting center I drew. Take a look..."

An Qing'er also took out her own records, and the three of them gathered together and discussed in a low voice.

In the dim cell, their figures seemed particularly mysterious...

Suddenly, there was a slight sound of footsteps coming from outside the door...

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and the three of them immediately became alert. They quickly put the drawings away and acted as if nothing had happened.

The iron door creaked open and a prison guard walked in, holding three bowls filled with sour-smelling porridge.

"Dinner is ready." The prison guard put the bowl on the ground expressionlessly and turned to leave.

Wu Hen glanced at the contents of the bowl with disdain: "Is that all? Even pig food tastes better than this!"

Lin Qiye sighed: "It's good enough to have something to eat, don't be picky."

An Qing'er picked up the bowl and drank calmly.

Lin Qiye also picked up the bowl and ate silently.

Wu Hen hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't resist the torture of hunger, so he pinched his nose and started drinking.

"This fasting house is truly worthy of its name,"

Wu Hen grumbled as he ate, "Not only has he given up sex and alcohol, he's even given up eating. Is this a way to cultivate immortality?"

"This place is full of weirdness,"

Lin Qiye put down the bowl, frowning.

"It's clearly a place to hold prisoners, but it's made to look like a religious place. It just doesn't feel right."

"really,"

An Qing'er echoed, "Besides, they actually allowed prisoners to go out and move around. This is too abnormal."

Wu Hen suddenly had an idea: "Hey, Lao Lin, tell me, could it be because of you?"

"There shouldn't be an open-air playground like this at Sunshine Psychiatric Hospital, right?"

Lin Qiye was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "This is impossible. A mental hospital is for treating patients. How could there be such a place?"

"But they were too lax in protecting you,"

An Qing'er raised doubts.

"If they really valued you, why would they send you to a place like this?"

Lin Qiye was awakened by An Qing'er's words and his heart was shocked.

Yeah, if the mental hospital is really what they say it is,

If it was to protect him, then why not lock him up in a safer place instead of sending him to this mixed group of people?

Is it...

Lin Qiye's gaze fell on a row of low houses in the distance, which was the direction of the Sunshine Psychiatric Hospital.

He always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on it...

"Lao Lin, what are you looking at?"

Wu Hen followed Lin Qiye's gaze and asked, "What's so good about that short house?"

Lin Qiye did not answer, but his eyes became more profound.

He had a feeling that things were much more complicated than he imagined...

"I think we need to find a way out as soon as possible,"

An Qing'er broke the silence, "I always feel that this place..."

Before she finished speaking, there was a commotion in the distance, accompanied by people's exclamations...

In the research center of Sunshine Psychiatric Hospital, Dr. Li Qihua was staring intently at the surveillance screen in front of him.

On the screen was the scene of the cafeteria of the fasting center. Wu Hen's exaggerated "Oh my God" and Lin Qiye's clean and neat movements were performed alternately, like a funny kung fu movie.

Li Qihua adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

His fingers tapped rapidly on the keyboard, recording every detail he observed.

"This kid is really a living treasure,"

Li Qihua muttered to himself, "He's clearly quite skilled, yet he insists on pretending to be such a fool. He's really hard to understand."

Suddenly, the phone on the table rang. Li Qihua glanced at the caller ID and answered immediately: "Hello, Commander Ye."

"Xiao Li, how is Lin Qiye doing?" Ye Sijun's voice was low and majestic.

"Reporting to Commander Ye, Lin Qiye's current condition is relatively stable,"

Li Qihua paused, organizing his words. "He interacts well with the other prisoners and is generally positive. He only occasionally exhibits some... um... rather erratic behavior."

"Jumping?"

Ye Sijun's voice rose slightly, "Tell me more about it."

"For example, at lunch today, he had some... minor friction with the prison guards,"

Li Qihua chose his words carefully. "However, it didn't cause any serious consequences."

"A little friction?"

Ye Sijun was obviously not satisfied with this statement.

"I've seen the surveillance footage. That wasn't just a minor incident! The speed and strength of his attack far surpassed that of an ordinary person! Are you sure he's really... a mental patient?"

"Commander Ye, please rest assured, we have been closely monitoring his condition,"

Li Qihua said firmly, "Based on the current observations, there are indeed some problems with his mental state."

"He often behaves in ways that don't make sense, and his speech is rather... strange."

''We suspect he may be suffering from some kind of... paranoia.''

"Paranoia..."

Ye Sijun pondered for a moment.

"Okay, please send me the diagnosis report as soon as possible. I need the application documents to promote Ren Bufan as soon as possible."

"Understood, Commander Ye." Li Qihua hung up the phone and rubbed his temples.

He looked at the surveillance screen again. Wu Hen was huddled together with Lin Qiye and An Qing'er, whispering about something.

Li Qihua frowned slightly, feeling that things were not that simple.

"By the way, how is Wu Xuantong doing?" Ye Sijun's voice came from the phone again.

"Reporting to Commander Ye, Wu Xuantong's condition has not improved and he is still in a coma."

"Ugh…"

Ye Sijun sighed, "I understand."

After hanging up the phone, Li Qihua fell into deep thought.

Wu Xuantong, Lin Qiye, Wu Hen...

What is the connection between the three people?

At this moment, the sound of horse hooves approached from afar, breaking the tranquility of the research center...

Li Qihua walked to the window and saw a carriage slowly approaching and stopping in front of the bell tower of the fasting center...