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Chapter 265 - 243: Flying Over the Asylum (Complete)

Chapter 265: Chapter 243: Flying Over the Asylum (Complete)

It’s time to end all this.

Dressed in a patient’s garb, Li Cheng spat out the scalpel blade hidden in the roof of his mouth, it landed precisely in his right palm. Clasping it with his pinky and ring finger, he sliced through the straps that bound his right hand.

Then, he dislodged the small diamond hidden in the crevice of his thumbnail, flicking it hard. It struck and turned off the power switch of the shock device a step away.

Dr. Dawson and the medical staff had no idea where the blade and diamond had come from. They rushed over instinctively, trying to restrain Li Cheng.

The third step, a match.

Li Cheng removed the match from his hair, struck it against the surface of the strap to ignite it, then tossed it into the air.

The rotating match soared upwards, burning the fire alarm set into the ceiling. After a brief delay, the alarm sounded a sharp bell, the cover fell off automatically and the sprinkler head dropped down, spraying a deluge of water.

The two attendants at the front slipped on the wet floor and fell backward,

Whilst Li Cheng took advantage of this gap to cut the straps binding his left hand and legs and freed himself from the operating table.

Snap.

Feet landing steadily, Li Cheng promptly stabbed the scalpel blade into Dr. Dawson’s neck and snatched the metal spike from his hand, piercing the palm of the sturdy attendant who had just risen from the ground, dragging him to the side and knocking over another assistant.

The operating room was thrown into chaos. Head nurse Rachid lived up to her reputation as the Scorpion King from the hallucinations, stealthily holding a syringe. She stepped forward quickly, attempting to insert the needle into the carotid artery on the side of Li Cheng’s neck.

Bang!

Li Cheng, holding the metal spike in one hand, whipped it sideways against her temple; blood gushed out in an instant, and she fell to the ground.

The situation took a swift and dramatic turn; with a pale face, President Pella turned to flee but was quickly caught up by Li Cheng who pinned the metal spike to her throat, stopping her from moving.

"Stay calm, William."

President Pella, sweating from fear, said with a trembling voice, "All of this is an illusion, you are still trapped in a fantasy."

"Ha ha ha ha, you’ve already said that once."

Li Cheng, now amused, took President Pella hostage, stepping back towards the end of the hallway to the president’s office, casually picking up the last prop from the trash can—a packet of instant noodles’ seasoning powder.

The staff on the fourth floor saw that the president had been taken hostage, and dared not approach, helplessly watching as Li Cheng backed into the office and locked the main door.

In the corner of the office sat a safe that required a four-digit numerical code.

Just as President Pella thought that Li Cheng would ask her to enter the password—and she could use the opportunity to buy time—Li Cheng tore open the packet of seasoning powder, blowing the contents onto the keypad.

As the powder settled, the four digits most often pressed—saturated with the sweat and oil of human skin—were dusted, clearly emerging.

With four non-repeating numbers, there were twenty-four possible combinations, and trial and error would crack the code.

9527.

Li Cheng entered the correct password, opened the safe, which was filled with various items.

Passports, several bundles of cash sealed in plastic bags, a record of patients who had been discreetly disposed of by Saint Elizabeth Mental Hospital at the behest of various elites over the years—she needed these things to protect herself.

And the key to the solitary confinement on the fourth floor.

Li Cheng took the hospital records and the solitary confinement key, taking President Pella hostage once more, and emerged onto the hallway. He rushed past the hospital staff, who were too wary to act, and arrived directly in front of the solitary confinement room.

The moment he inserted the key, it was as if Li Cheng heard the words Freya had said in the hallucinations.

’Are you sure you want to do this? Even if the truth is not what you wish for.’

I’m sure.

Li Cheng opened the solitary confinement door, and inside was the everlasting padded setup, with a wheelchair quietly positioned in the center of the room, occupied by a golden-haired figure with her back to the door.

President Pella’s face was as pale as paper; she couldn’t utter a word. Meanwhile, Li Cheng kept her captive as he stepped into the room, turning the wheelchair around.

The golden-haired, blue-eyed girl, Diane, was sitting in the wheelchair.

Her eyes downcast, her expression vacant, saliva drooling from the corner of her slightly open mouth, she showed no reaction even when her "brother" appeared in front of her.

Or rather, she was incapable of any reaction.

Long before William initiated the rescue plan, she had undergone a lobotomy at the hospital, turned into a soulless walking dead.

"..."

The outcome was cold and real.

As if reading her own fate from Li Cheng’s expressionless face, President Pella pleaded, "Please, I was only doing what your stepmother asked of me."

"I don’t care."

Li Cheng picked up the spike and plunged it accurately and calmly into Pella’s eye socket, piercing deep into her brain. With a careless twist, he tore apart her frontal lobe.

The spike, done with its task, was casually thrown to the ground by Li Cheng,

And President Pella sat back against the wall on the floor, blood oozing from the corner of her eyes, her face devoid of any expression of pain, vacant and numb like Diane.

Rattle rattle——

Li Cheng wheeled Diane out of the room at a leisurely pace.

The door to the solitary confinement room stood open, and the staff could clearly see the Dean lying on the ground. Previously cautious due to concern for the hostage, that was no longer a consideration now that things had reached this stage.

Nursing aides and security guards swung their rubber batons, striking at Li Cheng, who completely ignored them, instead looking up at the clock on the wall.

The five-hour survival countdown had already ended.

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Thud!

The batons hit his head, shoulders, chest, and back, but to the nursing aides and security guards’ horror, Li Cheng remained completely unmoved.

Furthermore, something indescribable... an aura... continuously emanated from him.

Everyone’s hairs stood on end, their muscles stiffened, and their hearts pounded violently,

as if in front of them was not an ordinary teenager, but a primeval beast in human skin, a mysterious creature that could trigger the instinctive fear of natural predators etched in human genes.

"It’s my turn."

Li Cheng pulled out a pair of glasses from thin air and put them on with an indifferent tone.

Boom!!!

Downstairs, the ordinary patients only heard a deafening noise from the upper floors.

Chunks of reinforced concrete and charred, twisted human bodies fell from the fourth floor, crashing into the flowerbeds.

Alarm bells rang throughout the hospital, all the doctors and nurses were in disarray; only a very few noticed two figures jumping down from the fourth floor and landing smoothly on the grass behind the hospital.

Scaven, Freya, Barbie, Martha, Dalton... These friends from the ward who had helped Li Cheng in the illusion all stood by the windows, watching him wave at the crowd, and then, pushing Diane in the wheelchair, he disappeared into the wavering shadows of the trees.

"Still need to tie up loose ends."

Underneath the shade of the trees, Li Cheng muttered to himself, taking out the cellphone he’d lifted from Pella, the Dean.

——————

On Christmas night, the streets echoed with Mariah Carey’s timeless classic "All I Want for Christmas Is You,"

even the cheap motels were festooned with lights, adorned with light strands on the Christmas trees.

In a corner room of the motel, William, wearing a T-shirt and holding a disposable phone, sat on the floor, blankly watching the breaking news on the television—

This afternoon, an explosion occurred at Saint Elizabeth Hospital. As rescue workers extinguished the flames, they discovered a large number of unidentified human brain sections in the underground storage.

At first, TV stations and newspapers suggested that these brain sections might be medical samples that had entered the country from abroad, advising the public not to think along conspiratorial lines.

But as unidentified individuals on the TikTok app uploaded videos, revealing evidence that Saint Elizabeth Hospital, in collaboration with various authorities, was named in the abuse and even killing of patients under the guise of treating mental illness,

TV stations could no longer cover it up, and had to follow the reports listing the name of the new female CEO of Kang Group prominently.

Is it over...?

William lowered his head, unable to remember how he rescued Diane, how he escaped the mental hospital, how he got to this motel, nor where this disposable phone came from.

His memory still lingered on the moment he was taken into the fourth-floor operating room,

At this thought, William turned his head to see his sister Diane, who sat quietly in the wheelchair, eyes closed.

Buzz buzz!

The disposable phone in his hand suddenly vibrated, William hurriedly picked it up, and saw that he had received a timed multimedia message.

Inside the MMS was an audio file.

"Hello, William,"

The audio played automatically, and it was actually William’s own voice, casual and nonchalant, "I set this MMS to send at a specific time, you should be receiving it at 8 pm.

Turn on the TV, and you can see the news about Saint Elizabeth Hospital."

The voice in the ringtone, as if guessing the expression on William’s face at that moment and knowing his confusion, laughed and said, "Don’t worry about who I am, angel, alien, spiritual body, otherworldly traveler, anything goes,

I admire your courage, will, and initiative, and when you had completed 90% of your escape plan, I helped you with the final 10%.

Now please open the top drawer of the bedside table on the left, I’ve left something there for you."

Utterly astonished, William walked over to the bedside table, pulled out the drawer, where a test tube containing a red liquid lay quietly.

Below the test tube was a piece of paper, giving detailed instructions on its use—to cure diseases including frontal lobe resections by having the patient drink it.

"Consider it a gift, Merry Christmas."