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On the lower level of the mental hospital, Edgar Ford suddenly opened his eyes.

The chain that was tightly clasped around his wrist suddenly broke and fell off. The man used both fists to exert force, and his tense muscles brought great power, and his fists slammed into the cheeks of the patient in front of him.

"Ah-!" The patient gave a short cry of pain and fell to his knees.

Before he could move, he was greeted by a violent storm of fists.

Blood splashed on the bodies and hair of the two men, and even splashed into their eyes.

Ford barely regained his sanity until he begged for mercy weakly.

He stepped on the ground barefoot, his face grim, and the rustling insects from the ceiling fell down, but he slapped them away with his hands.

Ford raised his eyes, as if he was seeing the room clearly for the first time.

The room was as big as a classroom, but it was not bright and quiet. A strange sweet fragrance filled the air, accompanied by countless rustling sounds, like small waves.

This was a worm nest, and countless black and red worms filled the walls, making it impossible to even detect the original color of the walls.

They squirmed and squeezed into a ball. Although they had no eyes, they gave people a sense of greed and covetousness, as if their flesh and blood would be gnawed clean by them if they were not careful.

But they didn't approach Ford, as if they were afraid of the white coat on him that represented his status, so they all moved closer to another person present.

They happily drilled into the body of the "patient", causing his skin to bulge from time to time, occasionally swaying along his eyeballs, and then disappearing.

Ford was disgusted by this scene when he just woke up.

Now, there is no most disgusting, only more disgusting.

Because the bugs fell off with his excited fists and fell to the ground, reminding people of spilled tomato spaghetti.

"Don't hit it..." The patient murmured weakly, "The night belongs to Dr. Austin, it's his... You can't go up."

Ford squatted down, looked around, and barely found a relatively clean area, grabbed his hair, and made his eyes face him.

"I really regret not beating you to death on the rooftop." He said coldly.

"Who are you?"

"I'm a human being." The patient said weakly, "Room 203, my name is Peer."

"I'm playing a role-playing game... I want to go out..." He suddenly choked up.

"I can't get out."

Ford's face was gloomy, and he angrily cursed the cunning and shamelessness of the strange in his heart.

Rather than saying that all this was caused by the man in front of him, it would be better to say that the strange had started to calculate his actions from the beginning.

Taking advantage of his new and old hatred with Austin, he first made a fake one to be beaten.

When he sent the patient back to the ward, he let the latter lure him to this room.

"Doctor Ford, the things you mentioned last time are ready. Do you want to use them for your special patient?" Peer, who was beaten black and blue at that time, said.

Ford, who had just entered the realm and was still in an excited mood, did not notice the dullness in Pedder's eyes and the stiffness of his movements.

He was just thinking "my patient", my...

Who else can be called special in the realm? Only Deren.

Maybe it was something about Deren, he had to go and see.

So he entered the negative layer, and when he heard the bell ringing, he was caught off guard and fainted.

When he woke up, Ford was chained to the wooden board in the center of the worm nest.

Now looking back, the shape of this thing is a crooked cross that can piss off Jesus.

Pedder stood timidly in front of him, looking at him with eyes that Ford could not understand.

He said, "Night has come. Doctor Austin is in charge. Doctor Ford, you can't go up."

Ford was almost laughed out of anger at the time: "Are you the doctor or am I the doctor? Who is responsible if something happens to my patient? Also, aren't you delaying time?"

"Unless a special patient calls you urgently." Bede said firmly, "I'm sorry, this is the dean's previous order."

Ford struggled and asked, "Dean?"

"The dean is the dean." Bede sighed, "Doctor Ford, I know you don't want to participate in the experiment, and it's also dangerous for you at night."

"Experiments are the source of pain, but we have no choice. I beg you, wait here until daytime, the insects won't attack you."

"??? What the hell is this place!"

Ford realized at this moment that the rustling noise was actually made by tens of millions of insects.

Goosebumps instantly covered his whole body.

And Pedder just watched the insects fall on his face and crawl back in, numb like a corpse.

He said: "This is a confinement room and a confession room. Disobedient patients will be locked up... and then behave themselves. Of course, no one will come in at night."

Ford's voice was almost out of tune: "Isn't this a mental hospital?"

Whose mental hospital is raising pigs down there? Do you think you want to start a Holy Grail War? !

Delian is also a patient in this place, and the night is still under the control of that perverted Austin

. Ford knew with his toes that he would target Delian.

He couldn't bear to listen to Peter's crazy words here and spend another night with bugs.

So Ford chose to fight without hesitation, but the weird rule was that when entering the night stage, Ford, who was in charge of the day, could not move freely unless the patient made a special call.

His mental consciousness was reporting errors frantically, and every sharp sound of the error report would make him dizzy.

But he had no other way except to fight. He didn't know how to make up for his mistake of stepping into the trap.

Night... Austin...

Delian...

The chains on the wrists made crisp sounds as the man moved.

At some point, the wings suddenly spread out, stirring up the dust that had accumulated on the ground for a long time, and fought against the rules with all their might.

Bede stood in front of him, watching Ford struggle.

The man had a standard Western face, with deep features and a high nose bridge. He looked like a marble statue carved by a famous artist. His eyebrows and eyes were full of the artist's romance and passion, and his blue eyes sparkled like gems.

He spread his white, blood-stained wings, and was tied to the cross. He really looked like an angel in distress.

But his face was full of madness that wanted to destroy everything. The mental stimulation caused his mouth and nose to bleed, mixed with his unwilling roar, like a beast.

In a trance, Bede seemed to be a Christian. He had been lying on his grandmother's lap since he was a child, listening to the old woman reciting hymns quietly, and the room was filled with the aroma of food steamed by the heat.

Why did he get sick? Why was he here? What were those strange memories?

... He didn't know.

He just stood there stupidly, watching Ford's futile struggle, like an unqualified water ghost.

Until one moment, the chain broke, and the man hit him mercilessly, causing him to have a severe headache and paralyzed on the ground. In a trance, he heard the holy and loud bells of the church.

Bede finally realized that he really couldn't get out.

He looked up like a dead dog, watching the "angel" fold its wings and stagger out anxiously.

Incredibly, Ford succeeded in breaking the rules.

And all this seemed to be just for the extradition of his patient.

Bede didn't know where he got the strength and courage from, but he actually grabbed Ford's trousers.

The blond man stopped.

"Angel..." Bede looked up weakly, he didn't know what to think, "If I were your patient, would you do the same to me?"

After a brief silence, he heard the man say, "No."

"I'm here for him."

Bede's slight smile froze, and the hand loosened powerlessly.

He felt his soul soaring into the sky.

Ford shrank his wings to near his shoulder blades, but did not retract them completely, because he was not sure whether retracting and releasing them would count as using a supernatural power.

In his arms was an unconscious patient. As he walked quickly, small insects fell from the patient's body. It was tingling.

That person was Bede.

"What on earth are you talking about?" Ford muttered, confused. "Is it good to be a patient?"

"Still being my patient... why don't you just tear down this broken mental hospital?"

He said so, but seeing Bede being beaten by him first, then beaten again, and finally showing a wolf-like and fragile look, Ford still couldn't leave him in the insect nest.

Although he looked close to death, it would be okay to leave him with a whole body. After all,

it was Austin and Weird's fault no matter how you looked at it!

Ford came out of the basement with big and small steps, looking at the hospital shrouded in darkness and heavy rain, and he was extremely anxious.

He was definitely not able to escape by brute force.

According to Pedder, either the patient he was responsible for called him urgently, or there was something wrong with the patient himself.

Deren had no memory of him, and the possibility of calling him was smaller than that of a sow dancing in a bikini, which means that the possibility of something going wrong was extremely high.

Was it Austin's doing?

Ford felt dizzy just thinking about it.

Anyone would feel disgusted and terrified about the worm nest, and when he thought that Deren might be related to these things, Ford was so scared that he was shaking all over.

To make matters worse, those bad memories came flooding back like a tide. Under the alienated rules of this mental hospital, they became clearer and clearer, so clear that it frightened him.

"Please don't..." Ford murmured in a trembling voice, "I really don't know what to do."

He was afraid that he was one step too late.

He was afraid that he would lose again.

Edgar Ford's previous family was not happy.

Their parents were glamorous, and the combination of an artist and a lawyer allowed them to easily move around in the upper class society.

But their circles were different, one in various salons, and the other was busy traveling, so they didn't have much time to meet each other.

Similarly, they had no time to take care of the child who appeared due to inappropriate measures.

When Ford was young, he lived with his grandparents.

He habitually climbed up the big tree planted in the yard and looked down at the vast wilderness. It was winter, and the wheat fields were ruthlessly covered by heavy snow. Only the bald scarecrow could be seen occasionally. Birds left claw marks on the snow, and the chimney would exhale a faint smoke. The whole world was shrouded in a tranquil and hazy environment.

The young Ford wore heavy clothes and perfectly inherited his mother's artistic talent. He was intoxicated by nature and could not hear the painful groans coming from the house. It was not

until the sky turned dark that he suddenly came to his senses. When he opened the door, he saw his grandfather lying at the entrance, gradually losing his temperature.

The old man slipped and hit the back of his head in the winter. If he had come down earlier, he might have had a glimmer of hope.

Ford was a step late.

He was sent to a boarding school to continue his art studies. He called his grandmother every day like a frightened bird, fearing that he would miss something again.

Until one day, he suddenly panicked and couldn't get through to his home phone, so he gave up the opportunity to sketch and hurried home, but the road was blocked by the muddy rain.

When Ford returned home, he saw his grandmother who had died of an asthma attack and couldn't find medicine.

If the road was not blocked, it seemed that he would still be in time.

He was one step too late.

Afterwards, Ford was taken back to his parents and entered a gradually broken home.

His father had become addicted to alcohol and gambling at some point, and would beat him and his mother when he went crazy.

His mother would hug him afterwards and curse every man in the world.

"You know what, Edgar? There is no unique love in this world, no eternal love! I want to divorce him...you will come with me then."

His beautiful mother went out earlier and came back later. She was very serious about choosing her next partner to spend her life with.

She successfully found the right person and fell in love again. His father did not stop her and agreed to the divorce.

Ford sincerely wished her well and hoped that she would live happily after the divorce.

The uncle was also very good to him, romantic, sincere, and seemed to be always full of energy. On the day when his parents got divorced, he secretly asked him out and said that he wanted to give his mother a romantic parting gift.

Ford readily agreed and sent a message to his mother to tell her that he would be back later.

His mother replied with an ambiguous "hello".

When Ford and the uncle quietly brought the gift home, the moment he opened the door, he met his mother's painful face.

His father stood in the living room, breathless and covered in blood.

The man laughed nervously and said, "She was really strong. I almost failed, didn't I?"

The mother's mobile phone fell to the ground. On the blood-stained screen was a chat box with him.

It was not "hello" as she wanted to type, but "help", but at that time, she only had time to type her son's initials.

No one could imagine how she felt at that moment when she received a text message from her son saying that he would be back later.

Ford was one step late again.

...

Those memories seemed to be covered with a thick canvas, mixed with wine bottles, blood, wheat fields and trees in his hometown, and extremely bitter tears.

As he grew up, his memory faded year by year. Ford became a famous emerging artist in the circle, wantonly applying fresh and vibrant colors on the canvas.

He remembered his mother's words that there is no unique love in the world. He did not expect stability, fearing that he would be "one step late".

No one knew that the life of the romantic and wanton artist was full of distorted blocks of color. He was bright and beautiful, and yet distant.

Until the aura revived, Ford gained new power and opened up a smoother life.

He could flap his wings and jump into the sky, float on the sea, and save others from suffering without having to consider whether it was legal.

This empty and happy day lasted until the night of the Drungz accident.

Under the sparkling moonlit night, Ford picked up the mermaid from the sea, who was about to turn into foam.

This was the first time he was not late, and the first time he was so lucky. It was

also the first time he realized that sometimes the heartbeat was not transferred by reason.

He thought of his uncle who tried to adopt him after the accident, and asked him why he chose to get married with his mother - even after the funeral.

The uncle smiled bitterly and said: "Edgar, the first time I saw her, I knew that she was the only one I had

in my life." "Even if she is not by your side? Even if she doesn't love you that much?"

"Even if she is not by my side, I will always keep my eyes on her."

Ford held the wet pink-haired young man in his arms, spread his wings, and meticulously blocked the night wind.

He also asked himself in his heart: "I haven't been late this time, right?"

"Does this mean ... just?" The spirit of continued tightness because of the past experience, at this moment, he

was unable to understand the relaxation, such as a long -term patient . In the death, this is a sense of security that is almost overflowing. Mao Yu , water droplets slipped from the eaves, tapping the floor tiles by dripping . He didn't know where his confidence came from, but he swore that he could tidy up the room in three minutes, forgetting that the man in front of him was more independent than him. Delian never played by the rules, and he just kicked the door open. His room was messy, with messy canvases, brushes, and paints scattered all over the place. An unfinished sandwich was placed in a coffee cup. The air could still smell the gardenia perfume he had sprayed on in a hurry, mixed with the smell of roast chicken, which was even more acrid. Only the mushroom-shaped night light in the corner was on, which looked quite warm, but it was smeared with light yellow paint... The pink-haired young man looked at Ford, who was at a loss for what to do with the mess and didn't know how to explain it, and laughed out loud. He walked over leisurely and picked up the night light. Ford's heart seemed to be illuminated as well - well, he felt aggrieved and frustrated when his confession failed. He thought he could just watch from a distance like his uncle, but it turned out that plans could never keep up with changes. Just like his extremely dramatic life in the past. ... The blond man barged into the hospital lobby rudely, his shoulder smashing the glass door. He gasped for breath, and with the horrible memories constantly emerging in his mind, he was struggling to think about his next move. I'm going to find Deren... He has teammates beside him... The location of the special ward... No, consider solving Austin first, he definitely knows where Deren is! But the rules have changed, and why have they changed? Ford's legs stepped forward mechanically and rushed straight to the staircase. His overly tense spirit made his face twitch involuntarily, appearing a little neurotic. If this time, he was one step late because he stepped into the trap due to impulsiveness - how would he forgive himself? - This is a nightmare that is difficult to get rid of. "Bang!" At the moment of turning into the corridor, Ford bumped into someone, and both parties staggered and screamed in pain. Ford raised his head, and when he saw who was in front of him, he felt ecstatic:

All of Delian's teammates from the last game were there!

And Liang Qi!

If Liang Qi was there, Kaxiu should be there too!

People from the academy came to support? ! Then Delian... Delian...

He scanned quickly.

"Who!" The police were supported by the quick-handed team members, and the group looked vigilantly at the blond man who suddenly appeared.

Ford's appearance at this moment was simply in line with the characteristics of a murderer: covered in blood, with a ferocious face, but he suddenly laughed at them, looking neurotic, as if he would suddenly attack and hurt people in the next moment.

What was even more obvious was the doctor's uniform he was wearing.

Everyone's danger radar instantly sounded the alarm.

"It's the butcher!" The nurse whispered, narrowing his eyes vigilantly.

They quietly took out their weapons.

Liang Qi narrowed his eyes and held the iron bar to block the injured.

But the next moment, several people saw the blond man in front of them suddenly throw away the mutated monster in his hand.

He shoveled, hugged Liang Qi's thigh, and cried: "Have you seen Delian? Where is he!"

"Wuwuwu I can't find him!"

"I'm really scared!"

Bi De: He really makes me cry.

Ford's love at first sight for Delian began with what he thought was just right.

Good night, ladies! Come and kiss!

Did I squeeze your nutrient solution dry? (Worried eyes)