Chapter 647: The Broad Thinking of a Mental Patient

Ye Lin glanced at this person and turned away, feeling somewhat impatient.

Yet Patient No. 56 seemed not to notice Ye Lin's impatience at all, and kept crowding closer.

"Little brother, if you encounter any problems and can't think of the answer, you can tell me! I am a teacher! I specialize in answering questions and resolving doubts!"

The corners of Ye Lin's mouth twitched slightly; for the first time in months, he spoke.

"Time flows on without end, slowly leading each of us toward inevitable death; what exactly is the meaning of being alive?"

"Go get a foot wash."

Patient No. 56 did not hesitate in the slightest and said it immediately.

"You didn't understand what I meant. I'm asking you, what is the meaning of a person's life?" Ye Lin asked again.

"Work hard to earn money, and go get a more expensive foot wash."

Patient No. 56 replied without a second thought.

Ye Lin rolled his eyes.

"I shouldn't have asked you."

"Then let me ask you, can you still get a foot wash after you die?" Patient No. 56 asked with a straight face.

"No." Ye Lin shook his head.

"Then does that mean you can only get a foot wash while you're alive? Is getting a foot wash the meaning of being alive?" Patient No. 56 asked again.

Ye Lin felt as if his skull had been pried open, and then someone had poured a bit of Sichuan peppercorn oil into it.

Vaguely, he felt as if he had grasped something, yet also as if he had grasped nothing at all.

"Internal friction in advance is like taking out a loan to eat shit."

Patient No. 56 said earnestly.

"As long as the existence of a thing can make you happy and make you laugh out loud, then why does it need to have meaning?"

"Some questions actually don't need answers at all, so naturally, you can't think of an answer."

"The brain is the most useful thing in the world, and also the most useless. When you don't need to think, just throw the brain away."

A glimmer of light slowly ignited in Ye Lin's dead, silent eyes.

"Many thanks, Master, I have attained enlightenment!"

The next second, Ye Lin was seen prying open his own skull, then casually tossing his brain into the trash can.

This scene caused the nine Peak Masters, who were watching this place with full concentration from the outside, to drop their jaws in shock.

This kid is truly reckless! This is an illusion realm, at least; if this were the real world, wouldn't doing this kill him completely?

Ye Lin didn't know why he wanted to do this either, but this thing seemed to come from his muscle memory.

This scene left Patient No. 56 stunned, and then he clapped his hands in excitement.

"Not bad! A child worth teaching! I have taught so many students, and you are the one with the most aptitude!"

"Damn it, Ye Lin, you are truly a fucking genius!"

"I have never seen anyone with such high aptitude; your IQ must be over one hundred and sixty!"

Ye Lin gripped Patient No. 56's hand tightly.

"Isn't that because you, Master, taught me well? You are simply the best teacher I have ever met!"

"Beloved disciple!"

"Kind mentor!"

"Beloved disciple!"

"Kind mentor!"

Ye Lin and Patient No. 56 held each other's hands tightly, feeling as if they had met too late, as if the two had met many years ago.

"Kind mentor, I want to leave this place. Do you have any good methods?" Ye Lin inquired.

"Leave this place? Why would you want to leave? Shouldn't a mental patient stay in a mental hospital?" Patient No. 56 asked in return.

"I want to know what the outside world is like," Ye Lin replied.

"Even if the outside world is different from what you dreamed of and leaves you utterly disappointed, you still won't regret it?" Patient No. 56 asked with a smile.

"I won't regret it."

Ye Lin didn't have a brain at all right now.

"Good! I know of a path. The risk is a bit high, but the probability of escaping is very high." Patient No. 56 nodded.

"I would like to hear the details!"

"Fine, if you are willing to 'smell' it, then there is no risk."

Patient No. 56 brought Ye Lin to the mental hospital's restroom.

"Smash this squat toilet, jump into the septic tank, swim forward fifty meters, dive down, find the sewage pipe, keep going forward, don't look back, and you can leave this place."

Ye Lin: "..."

"Actually, I wasn't that willing to 'smell the shit'—is there any other way?"

"Another way? There is one, but the risk is even greater," Patient No. 56 frowned. "Follow me."

"This time it won't be some weird, crooked method again, right?" Ye Lin couldn't help but ask.

"It won't, rest assured!"

Patient No. 56 brought Ye Lin to the second floor of the mental hospital. Looking down from the window, a middle-aged man was at the corner of the wall calculating something; dense, packed formulas already covered several walls.

"You remember that female doctor I showed you? That man is that female doctor's biological father!"

"As long as you hold her father hostage and say, 'Doctor, you wouldn't want your father to bleed out on the spot, would you?'—are you still afraid you won't be able to get out of the mental hospital?"

Ye Lin looked at the man with some surprise; he hadn't expected that, after all the twists and turns, it would actually come back to this man.

"Since he is that doctor's biological father, why would he live in a mental hospital?" Ye Lin asked.

"I don't know. It's said this guy volunteered to move in. Oh, don't worry about these details."

"Come, take this tool, go over and hold him hostage, and you'll be able to see the outside world."

Patient No. 56 shoved a pitch-black object into Ye Lin's hand.

Ye Lin weighed it twice; it was somewhat heavy, seemingly a metal object.

And the moment he looked down, Ye Lin was dumbfounded—what he held in his hand was actually a gun!

A mental patient—where would he get such an heaven-defying thing?

"Where did you get this? Is this a toy?" Ye Lin asked.

"Of course not, this is the real deal! I crafted it with my own bare hands!" Patient No. 56 said with a straight face.

Ye Lin hurriedly checked it and discovered that what he held was indeed a real gun!

Ye Lin fell silent, then he couldn't help but ask.

"Let's just say, since I have this kind of thing, can't I just shoot my way out? Why do I still need to go hold someone hostage?"

Patient No. 56 was also stunned.

"You only said you wanted to leave here; you didn't say you wanted to shoot your way out. I thought you wanted to sneak away. If you want to shoot your way out, then that's easy—follow me!"

Patient No. 56 brought Ye Lin back to his own ward, then grabbed the bed handle and twisted it hard.

A sound of gears turning rang out, and a secret underground room appeared before Ye Lin. Ye Lin stood frozen in place, finding it hard to believe his own eyes.

"These are all inventions I made when I had nothing to do during my episodes over the years."

Patient No. 56 introduced the various weapons in the secret room to Ye Lin as if they were his own treasures.

"There's a positron cannon here; take it, you can blast open the main gate."

"A handheld high-energy particle beam emitter—take that too. If the security guards stop you, just aim and fire at them."

"When you leave, take this star-destroying warship; it's safer. And tuck this Spark Lens into your pocket."

"Oh right, I have a set of Emperor Armor here, do you want it?"