Chapter 236 Hold These Hands Tightly and Never Let Go

Only Yin Xiu knew what he did in the clinic, and the other players didn't want to say anything.

The hands gradually moved to around nine o'clock, and bells rang throughout the mental hospital, ringing continuously outside, as if reminding all the patients to go back to their rooms to sleep.

Yin Xiu endured the headache and lay down on the bed. Listening to the bell, the dizziness continued to worsen.

Mental Hospital Rule Five: Take your medication once before bed to ensure a safe and healthy awakening.

With the blessing of this rule, it seems that sleep is not a normal part of the body, but Yin Xiu just doesn't plan to take medicine and see to what extent the so-called mental illness can drag him down.

After taking a deep breath, Yin Xiu closed his eyes.

His consciousness was a little hazy, as if the darkness in his mind was constantly twisting and pulling, making him float as if falling into a whirlpool.

In the faint distraction, Yin Xiu seemed to hear subtle discussions mixed in with the bell sounds, soft and fragmented.

"It's starting. It's finally starting."

"I've let him wander around for so long, and now it's finally time to start Lady Night's plan."

"I'm really looking forward to it. No one has ever woken up from it before. Even the God of Death would surely sleep in it."

"Mental hospitals and drugs are just a diversion. The real plan begins now."

"I bet Yin Xiu will also fall into it."

"Then I bet he can't leave unscathed."

The gentle laughter and muttering gradually faded away, and Yin Xiu fell asleep completely amid the sharp tinnitus.

The sound and dizziness lasted for a long time, so long that Yin Xiu felt like he had always been in such discomfort.

He didn't sleep very comfortably that time. He felt like he hadn't slept well for a long time.

I opened my eyes and sat up in bed. My whole body ached and my head felt dizzy.

Yin Xiu sat up with his head covered. It was quiet outside, without any sound at all. He felt a little uncomfortable for a moment.

Isn't the dungeon always noisy? Even if there aren't any eerie noises, there are at least the voices of other players. But waking up at this moment gave Yin Xiu a hazy feeling of having left the dungeon.

He rubbed his eyes and turned to look around. The moment his sight came into contact with the surrounding scene, he froze.

The bright white morning light fell on his pale sheets from the old window. The walls of the room were gray and the floor was worn. There was moss growing on one part of the wall, giving off a damp smell.

He was not in his clean and tidy ward, but in a somewhat unfamiliar and shabby room.

Yin Xiu subconsciously reached for the knife hanging on his waist, but the moment he swung his hand, it missed and the knife on his waist disappeared.

He looked down in surprise, and suddenly felt something was wrong.

His clothes were wrong, his hands were the wrong size, even... his body shape was wrong.

As if he had sensed something, Yin Xiu touched his face. He hurriedly stood up and picked up the mirror in this strange room.

The face in the mirror was still the same, but a little younger. A boy who was slightly younger than Yin Xiu, who was in his twenties, was wearing tattered clothes and standing in front of the mirror with a tired look on his face.

His eyes were gloomy and tired, and there was not a bit of vitality in his pupils that should be present at his age. There was even an unnecessary gloom in his pupils.

Yin Xiu touched his face. There was no doubt that this was himself in the orphanage.

The self who had gone through so much and thought he had finally found a small group and family was subjected to even sharper exclusion and indifference than ever before in this shabby environment.

Even though it was just a vague memory, Yin Xiu still gritted his teeth.

"Am I not completing a dungeon? How could this be..." Yin Xiu frowned, and the bitter face in the mirror also frowned, revealing a bit of boredom with this world.

He thought about it carefully in his mind and remembered the rules.

Rule five required taking the medication once before bed, but he didn't take it.

The symptoms of a mental level three attack are hallucinations and uncontrollable attacks on people around them.

He was probably experiencing a third-level symptom after falling asleep. He was only experiencing hallucinations, but they weren't attacking anyone. So, was this his own hallucination? It was like a dream.

After a brief analysis of the current situation, the waves in Yin Xiu's heart subsided a little, but he was still wary of his surroundings.

Although this was an illusion during his time in the orphanage, his memory was completely fuzzy. Even though he appeared here now, he felt unfamiliar with the place. It was like a completely new place, and he had to be on high alert.

The faint sound of footsteps outside the door interrupted Yin Xiu's thoughts. He quickly turned around and tried to find some weapons to defend himself in the room. Before he could find any, the door of the room was opened with a swish.

A beam of light from outside the door broke into the gray room, and a little girl came in, skipping and dancing with a handful of flowers in her arms. "Brother, the flowers outside are blooming. I got up early and picked some for you."

She was wearing a white dress that had been washed to a grayish color, and had two pigtails. Although her clothes were plain and old, her face was bright, her smile was full, and she was full of energy, just like the sunshine behind her, which made Yin Xiu dazed.

The little girl came over with the flowers and stuffed them into Yin Xiu's arms. Behind the beautiful flowers was her smiling face, which was brighter than the blooming flowers. "Brother, do you like it?"

Perhaps it was the infectiousness of her smile or the bright red of the flowers that instantly lifted Yin Xiu's depressed mood.

"Xiaoxiao..." Yin Xiu reached out and touched her hair, his eyes filled with tenderness, "Thank you for the flowers."

No matter how vague his memory is, he will never forget his sister who gave him spiritual support and was the most brilliant flower in his life.

"Hehe, as long as brother likes it." Xiaoxiao happily hugged him and held Yin Xiu's hand, "Brother, let's go eat. I prepared breakfast for you."

Yin Xiu could hardly hide the bitter smile on his face, "Next time just wake me up and I'll do it for you."

"Xiaoxiao can also work hard on her own." She held Yin Xiu's hand and swung it back and forth, making her look particularly bright and lively in this gloomy orphanage. "Brother looks so tired recently... Xiaoxiao doesn't want him to be too tired."

She was trying very hard to care for Yin Xiu, but Yin Xiu could no longer remember why he was so tired.

The tired face in the mirror was definitely not the result of living in an orphanage.

He lowered his head and clasped the tender hands. He couldn't remember why he lost his sister. Perhaps this illusion created from his memory would give him the answer.

No matter what happened in the past, he must hold these hands tightly and never let go.