Chapter 1519

Not only were there people, but there were many more than Jin Chen had expected.

Five people sneaked in through the side door, and as soon as they poked their heads out from the window, they all simultaneously felt a jolt of shock.

The former site of the Azure Ring Psychiatric Hospital has been sealed for ten years—when exactly did this place turn into a warehouse for training the Ghost Butterfly's enforcers?

Originally the psychiatric hospital's spacious hall, it is now filled with various control devices and training tools; dozens of maintenance-clad workers are checking items one by one, and several inconspicuous enforcers are risking their lives in training, with blood and sweat flying.

Anyone who can't take it anymore doesn't need treatment; they just lie on the control equipment and shortly return to an excited state.

Jin Chen saw many familiar faces among them, and indeed, as he had guessed, they were all security guards from the victims' residential complex.

If those victims had indeed previously received treatment at the Azure Ring Psychiatric Hospital, then, having barely escaped, they are forced by their condition to continue taking the same medication, and even passersby around them are monitors.

To them, this is a vast Truman Show–like world.

Even ordinary people can't stand it, let alone patients who already harbor negative feelings toward this world.

Jin Chen's sleeve was tugged down by Duan Xiao Bai, and the five of them hid in the bushes to talk.

"Jin Team, we're too few this time; we might be at a disadvantage." Duan Xiao Bai lowered his voice: "If we barge in suddenly, won't we scare the snake?"

"You wait for me in the car, call for reinforcements, and Xiao Bai follows me." Jin Chen gave up the idea of hard resistance and decided to go in first to investigate clues.

Jin Chen brought Duan Xiao Bai around the hall, climbed up to the second floor outside the outpatient department's courtyard, and approached the ward silently, without making a sound.

The two proceeded cautiously up the corridor to the top floor; before coming, they had previously examined the map of the Azure Ring Psychiatric Hospital, and the archive room and patients' medical records were there.

If we can prove that those victims were once patients here, then the Ghost Butterfly's guilt can never be washed away.

Unfortunately, a staff member happened to be carrying a lunch box up to the top-floor corridor, nearly colliding with the two who were walking along the balcony.

Duan Xiao Bai held his breath, his hand already on his waist, ready to draw his gun at any moment.

The footsteps grew closer, yet the top-floor door simply wouldn't open—it was only a matter of time before they ran into each other!

At the critical moment, Jin Chen finally wrenched the window open, flipped and leapt into the room; Duan Xiao Bai felt a surge of relief, and his agile form followed closely behind.

The moment the window closed, three staff members happened to enter the top floor.

Inside the door, Jin Chen surveyed the facilities: "The dispensing room."

According to the map, the archive room is right next door!

Just at this moment, the three staff members outside were sitting on the ground, eating boxed lunches while blowing in the wind.

Jin Chen scanned the rows of medication precautions and prescriptions posted on the table; the handwriting, mottled with age, each character a wound inflicted on the victims.

As Wu Lin had said earlier, the medicine here has no curative effect whatsoever; instead it creates a short-term dependence and hallucinatory nightmares, and once withdrawal hits, life becomes worse than death.

At the bottom, Jin Chen found the medicine that Wu Lin had been unable to compound fully at the outside hospital; his gaze lingered long on the side‑effects column, his throat moved, and his heart filled with a dense, aching pity.

The last line read, the preparer of all prescriptions: Gu Luhui.

【Check this person, and also his relationship with Gu Huan.】

【Received!】

Duan Xiao Bai leaned against the door panel, quietly opened a crack, and gave Jin Chen an OK sign.

Only those three staff members were present; no one else was on the top floor.

Jin Chen flexed his fingers and extended a gesture of action to Duan Xiao Bai.

The iron door was pulled open; hearing the sound, the three people instinctively turned their heads, and Duan Xiao Bai gave them a bright smile.

The next second, Jin Chen appeared silently from behind, knocked them out with a few knife‑hand strikes, picked up several plastic straps used to bind equipment from the ground, tied them up, and threw them into the medicine‑preparation room, locking it from the outside.

Finally, the two entered the records room.

——

Wu Lin wanted to see Sang Xue precisely because, after being stimulated by the shadow ghost that day, a few fragmented images appeared in his mind.

Coincidentally, Sang Xue was among those images.

But when he entered the ward, Sang Xue broke from her usual behavior, merely sitting silently in her wheelchair, holding a mirror emblazoned with a spirit pattern, constantly gazing at her own face.

Wu Lin had originally thought the same.

But he soon discovered that the reflection in the mirror always showed the lawn downstairs.

Wu Lin twitched his brow and said, "I'll push you downstairs to get some fresh air."

Sang Xue put down the mirror, still refusing to abandon her eerie, horrifying style; even hospitalized, she insisted on wearing makeup.

"All right."

She opened her mouth to speak, and the artificial blood plasma burst between her lips and teeth, scarlet fluid trickling onto her hospital gown.

Wu Lin: "……"

Not bad—at least she wasn't using her own blood anymore.

Wu Lin told the duty nurse, who recalled that Doctor Gu was off today and that this person was a civil servant, so she didn't stop him.

Upon reaching the lawn, Sang Xue's eerie smile finally came from the heart: "I wish it were night; I hate the day, it's too bright."

Wu Lin: "It's a pity you can't become a vampire."

"Last time we met you said I looked familiar; what about now?"

Sang Xue turned her head to look at him again, staring almost unblinkingly, with frames of memory flickering in her mind.

"You haven't remembered, have you?" Sang Xue lowered her voice, as if afraid of being overheard: "The four people who succeeded in the collective suicide—once they remembered, they couldn't be allowed to live."

Wu Lin's fingers, hidden inside his long‑sleeved shirt, slowly curled, his voice carrying a cold texture.

"Was your suicide really suicide?"

"…If it's a controlled suicide, how isn't it suicide?"

Sang Xue again smiled at him and uttered the words that, over this period, had made Wu Lin feel a chill run through his whole body.

"I know you're looking for your master; he too committed suicide."

"What did you say?!"