Chapter 253 Notes from Bedlam Lunatic Asylum (Part )
It was six fifty-seven in the morning, London time.

Amidst the dull buzzing sound, the silver and black doors of the elevator slowly opened to both sides.

From under the brim of his supervisor's hat, Ke Mingye slowly opened his calm eyes. In order to pretend in front of the camera, he stretched out his hand to confirm whether there was an electric baton tied around his waist, then walked out of the cold elevator and entered the fifth floor of the C-level ward.

A beam of light shot out from the elevator car, like a ray of sunlight piercing the dead and gloomy deep sea.

One or two vicious curses were heard in the darkness, and the scenes in the wards were briefly illuminated. The patients turned over and woke up, staring at the source of the light, watching the shadow of the tall supervisor being elongated by the light of the elevator, and imagining how to cut him into pieces.

In the empty and dim corridor, Ke Mingye's footsteps were particularly clear, like the opening and closing of a castanets.

Pairs of unfriendly eyes were cast from the darkness on both sides of the corridor. Most of their eyes were empty, like a bottomless whirlpool, while others were piercing and bloodshot, like wild beasts grinding their teeth and sucking blood. They looked at the supervisor as if they were sizing up their prey, a big fat sheep that was delicious and enticing.

However, Ke Mingye himself was not disturbed at all. He stood straight, looked straight ahead, and did not move his eyes or change his expression.

In the darkness, he could hear many sounds: a patient's snoring, teeth grinding, whispers, the sound of nails scratching the skin, and intermittent laughter.

As long as you glance sideways towards the source of the sound, one superhuman panel after another will pop up in the dark shadows.

To be honest, this is the first time that Ke Mingye has come into close contact with so many superhuman races.

But he did not feel any actual sense of oppression, he just felt that the number of pop-up panels was annoying and a bit overwhelming.

Because if we have to talk about a sense of oppression, then living with eight people at home every day who can kill him with a snap of their fingers is the real fucking oppression, to the point that Ke Mingye now has a natural sense of superiority when looking at low-level superhumans, thinking, "I have lived under the same roof with those monsters for so long, so what are you?"

The most important thing is that he ran away after staying in this damn place for less than half a day.

After this, the next time I see this insane asylum will probably be half a year later when the superhuman extinction war begins.

Then they will come to London, kill all the superhumans, and kick this insane asylum to pieces.

Or maybe the player forces hadn't swept into London yet, and the Control Bureau had to use the S-level patients in the asylum as a top-secret combat force to join the battlefield, trying to use these suicide soldiers to resist the player's offensive. But a year later, Ke Mingye felt that it didn't matter whether they were S-level or not, he could just kick them away and be done with it, and he was treating them equally.

What's more, the official S-level and A-level ratings are usually very watered down. In Ke Mingye's eyes, only the system rating can be considered objective. For example, among the C-level patients in a C-level ward, few actually have a C-level risk rating.

Ke Mingye shrugged his shoulders, selectively ignoring the patients making trouble in the wards on both sides, and walked forward, getting closer to Ward 520.

At this moment, a message bubble popped up. With a flick of the mind, a panel popped up.

[Good Orange Peel: You are still alive, can you send more information? I just checked the physical condition of the patients admitted to the hospital today, and now I have some free time. ]

[Anti-dog: Not dead yet, but will be dead soon.]

[Zai Bing: What a big heart! Our dog-headed military advisor is practicing Qigong in front of the Black Judge.]

[Anti-Dog: This is the episode that best fits the patient’s personality. The patient I replaced was originally a “Qigong Master”. ]

[Cai Bing: Then do I need to recite a few mantras while refining my Qi? ]

[Anti-dog: Forget it, I’m afraid he’ll kill me. ]

[Failed Man: Please, my brother looks crazy, but actually he is... well, actually he is really crazy, but he won't kill you just because you are chanting.]

[Anti-Dog: Then you try to recite a few sentences. After all, you are the supervisor, so you are safer than me. ]

[Failed Man: Forget it. I feel like in the eyes of my brother, a patient with unique features is much more meaningful than an undistinguished supervisor.]

[Anti-dog: Didn’t he say that he stuffed shit into the patient’s mouth? ]

[Failed Man: He is just trying to fit the patient character he is playing, why are you taking it so seriously? ]

[Anti-Dog: You have memories, and you understand Black Judge better than I do, but my perspective is different.]

[Zai Bing: Why do I feel like I, the fake girlfriend, have more say? ]

[Failed Man: To be honest, I'm curious about how you got involved with a psychopath like my brother. You're really amazing. I'm not convinced that Bedlam Asylum didn't reserve a place for you.]

[Anti-Dog: By the way, she also got the authority key of the Control Bureau. ]

[Good Orange Peel: Understand and don’t understand, this is the charm of female hackers. ]

[Cai Bing: Oh, our gigolo is still the sweet one. The other two should be shot. It is a worthy death for them to die suddenly in a mental hospital.]

[Failed Man: Stop chatting nonsense, intellectual, I'm here to pick you and my brother up to go to the cafeteria, get ready.]

[Anti-Dog: Okay, it's a good opportunity to learn about the facilities inside the insane asylum. ]

Ke Mingye closed the chat panel and continued walking forward.

In fact, it was still early for lunch, as the asylum officially opened for lunch at 9 a.m.

But there is a rule here. The supervisor will take the patients who come here on the first day to visit the facilities of the mental hospital in advance to adapt to the environment. The cafeteria is also included in the environment that needs to be adapted. In order to ensure that these new patients have food to eat, the supervisor will take them to the cafeteria before the meal in the first week of their arrival, so that they can eat before other patients.

In a sense, this can also be regarded as a kind of "newcomer protection period."

After all, there are often new patients who are tortured by other elderly people and end up curling up in the ward and unwilling to go out, leading to anorexia and even suicide.

Ke Mingye reviewed some matters about the mental hospital in his mind, slowly stopped and stood at the end of the corridor.

Looking from the side, I saw two people in Ward 520 of the C-level ward, one was sitting against the wall reading a book, and the other was sitting cross-legged on the bed meditating.

He glanced at his watch and said to the ward, "No. C108, No. C109, there are three minutes left. I will take you to visit the inside of the asylum and make some preparations."

After saying that, Ke Mingye turned around, with his back against the iron door of the ward. He yawned, put his hands in front of his crotch, and slowly looked at Ward 521 opposite.

Every ward in a Class C ward has walls made of special materials: you cannot see the outside of the ward from inside, but if you look inside from outside the ward, you can have a clear view of the inside of the ward.

At this time, Ke Mingye was looking at the ward opposite with dead eyes, bored.

In the darkness, there was a patient who had his legs wrapped with black tape and hung his body upside down from the ceiling. He tilted his head slightly and looked at Ke Mingye with empty eyes, his mouth curled up with a weird smile.

"Hey, hey, this guy shouldn't be able to see me... I remember that people outside the ward can't be seen."

Ke Mingye thought to himself as cold sweat ran down his forehead.

[Code: The Hanged Man] [Name: Kanas]

[Danger rating: E]

[Introduction: Only by hanging himself upside down from the ceiling can he find inner peace. Most of the rest of his time is spent in manic anxiety and uneasy pain.

His ability causes anyone who looks at him for more than five seconds to be assimilated by him and develop the same habits and quirks.

Because of this, the Hanged Man "Kanas" once founded a Hanged Man Association in the United States. He thought he had met people of the same kind and like-minded, but in fact it was just an illusion he created. On the day when the police arrested Kanas, he and all the members of the Hanged Man Association were hanging from the ceiling, looking down at the police like a group of bats, with smiles on their faces.

After reading the introduction of the superhuman panel, Ke Mingye was slightly stunned, and quickly turned his eyes away from Kanas and stopped looking at him, lest he be affected by his superpowers in the next second and hang himself on the ceiling with a spider web launcher like a idiot, exposing his identity as the dice monster in front of his brother.

But logically speaking, all the patients who were locked up in Bedlam Asylum had undergone basic treatment, and the Hanged Man's abilities should be suppressed or ineffective, so even if one looked into his eyes, it wouldn't have much of an impact.

Ke Mingye looked through the visual wall at another person in the opposite ward.

Directly below the hanged man, another thin figure in a hospital gown was squatting on the ground, silently drawing stars and the moon with his fingers. His eyes were focused and empty, like a deep ravine.

[Codename: Magic Ghost]

[Name: Jonas]

[Danger rating: C]

[Introduction: He used to work in a circus, until one day everyone found that he was so good that he was beyond the scope of human ability. From that day on, everything changed.

He said he was born for the circus and that he loved this job, but the villagers threw tomatoes and eggs at him and shouted that the superhumans should get out of the village. After that, Jonas began his last performance in the village. He used everyone's heads as materials to perform an acrobatic performance of throwing colored balls, throwing them up, catching them, throwing them up, catching them, until he found that his audience had no heads and no one would watch his performance anymore. Then he sighed and walked away disappointed. 】

"We are all right, Mr. Overseer, what are you daydreaming about?"

An elegant and peaceful voice came from behind, speaking standard English.

"It's okay." Ke Mingye raised his hand and rubbed his Adam's apple. "Let's go." As he said that, he took out the key from his pocket and opened the door of the ward sideways.

"Be honest and remember that no one here will treat you as human beings. No matter who you were before, as long as you are sent to this mental hospital, you will be the lowest and most useless person in society. You can only survive by relying on the government's charity. If you dare to do anything inappropriate, you will be shot immediately. Do you understand?"

Ke Mingye did not deliberately lower his voice, but just turned his head to Ke Yinzhi and Fanquan and gave them a calm instruction.

Fanquan made a motion to adjust his glasses, but there were no glasses on his nose, so his middle and index fingers froze in mid-air, and he said expressionlessly, "I understand."

Ke Yinzhi lowered his head to look at the book, raised one hand in surrender, and yawned nonchalantly.

"All right, Sir."

Hearing this, Ke Mingye was secretly pleased, thinking that he also had the time to give orders to Ke Yinzhi, a psychopath. Normally speaking, after leaving the Bo Ke family and losing the privilege of being a "younger brother", he would be torn into pieces in an instant if he met Ke Yinzhi.

Immediately afterwards, in full view of everyone, Ke Mingye took the two of them onto the elevator and went to the bottom floor.

It was just dawn, and the whole asylum was still in a hazy state. The pointed buildings everywhere seemed quite aggressive, and crows were everywhere, perching on the domes and making unpleasant screams at the dark blue sky.

According to the map he had written down in the supervisor's lounge, Ke Mingye led Ke Yinzhi and Fan Quan towards the cafeteria.

What has surprised him so far is that as a supervisor, and the supervisor in charge of Ke Yinzhi, he has not received any instructions or notifications saying "Prisoner C-108 is an important figure in the Control Bureau. If he has any requests, remember to cooperate."

It can be seen that Ke Yinzhi was really determined to hide among the patients and find TK without anyone knowing, without revealing any information even to the supervisors and nurses in the hospital.

But there is one funny thing, the patient that Ke Yinzhi chose to play is a person with "compulsive reading disorder". If he does not carry a book with him to relieve his addiction, he is likely to lose control. So, the mental hospital made an exception for him and threw him a book to let him pass the time in the ward.

Generally speaking, borrowing books from the library requires many troublesome steps, and even if you borrow a book, you can only read it at specific times and cannot bring it back to the ward, because many complicated situations have arisen as a result of this.

So Ke Yinzhi selectively replaced this patient to leave a way out for himself: he was afraid that he would be too bored staying in the mental hospital and accidentally kill everyone.

"I don't know why, but I feel like you look familiar." Ke Yinzhi suddenly said behind him.

Ke Mingye was slightly stunned, then he turned his head and looked at Ke Yinzhi: "Me?"

"That's right." Ke Yinzhi said, "You make me feel like a friend."

"What does it feel like?"

"How should I put it..." Ke Yinzhi thought for a moment, "You look a lot like him when you act pretentiously."

"Newcomer, watch your mouth when talking to the supervisor, otherwise you will be in trouble in the future." Ke Mingye scolded coldly and then turned around.

What the hell, he's not implying something to me, is he... Ke Mingye was sweating profusely, thinking, but when I was playing the role of Blue Owl, I probably looked very pretentious to him, but there's no way I'm similar to the supervisor I'm playing now, could he see anything from that?
As he was thinking about this, he led the two people behind him through the empty playground and came to the cafeteria of the mental hospital.

At this time, the cafeteria was naturally empty. Only a few new patients were brought here by the supervisor to eat and get familiar with the environment.

"There's food over there, it's already been prepared for you."

Ke Mingye put his hands behind his back and spoke coldly.

Hearing this, Ke Yinzhi and Fan Quan walked towards the cafeteria front desk, got a breakfast each from the female nurse, and then found an empty seat and sat down facing each other.

Ke Mingye stood in the corner, silently waiting for the two to finish eating.

“Are Chinese people used to eating these foods?”

While eating the toast and cereal on the plate, Ke Yinzhi did not forget to ask Fan Quan.

"shit."

Fanquan commented with just one word, thinking to himself, you are also Chinese, can you please stop cheating your fellow countrymen and just say bluntly: "I am the Black Judge, V you 50 to help me solve the case"?

"Oh... that's really concise, but I think so too."

Ke Yinzhi said with a little surprise.

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