Chapter 281
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Chapter 281: My Name is Not Trash
Clack!
The crisp sound of the door latch echoed as Lin Qiye slowly pushed open the large door of the room. Almost simultaneously, a melodious sound of a piano began to emanate from within.
The three people outside were taken aback.
This piano sound was unlike any ordinary music; it was clear and grand, with a lingering resonance that made one’s heart sway with each vibration of the strings…
Just as Lin Qiye and the others were lost in the music, a coarse and sharp voice suddenly came from behind the door.
Ah~~!!
Lin Qiye’s hand trembled.
Bare branches!
On the radiant earth!
Casting a dim shadow,
Making my heart restless…
I too seem to possibly,
Should,
Be reborn!
This jarring voice recited the ancient poem with a rise and fall, filled with emotion, as if a drake was croaking, shattering the melodious melody into fragments…
If the previous piano sound was like a delicious feast, then the moment this voice appeared, it was as if someone cheerfully carried a barrel of rat droppings, pried open your mouth, and forcefully poured it in!
The stark contrast left Lin Qiye and the others with ashen faces. After hesitating for a moment, Lin Qiye silently closed the door again…
I think it’s better if this guest doesn’t come out… Lin Qiye said seriously.
Nikes and Merlin nodded in agreement.
Wait a moment, let me add a few layers of seals to this door, we can’t let him escape… Merlin seemed to remember something, conjuring a staff and preparing to chant a spell.
At that moment, the door was pushed open from the inside, and a handsome young man with golden hair peeked out. I think there might be some misunderstanding between us…
Bang!
Lin Qiye expressionlessly closed the door again, as if nothing had happened, and turned to Merlin. “Lord Merlin, please take action.”
Creak creak creak…
The doorknob in Lin Qiye’s hand trembled violently, producing a piercing sound, as if someone on the other side was desperately trying to turn the knob, eager to come out.
Lin Qiye gripped the knob tightly, refusing to let go.
After a moment of trembling, the knob made a crisp sound, and Lin Qiye felt a lightness in his hand. He looked down in astonishment, lost in thought at the half of the doorknob he held…
The door was suddenly flung open, and the golden-haired handsome man stood behind it, gently shaking his hair, a radiant smile appearing on his face.
Hello, my name is Bragi.
Lin Qiye’s mouth twitched slightly as he helplessly hid the half doorknob behind him and looked up to scrutinize the man before him.
To be honest, Lin Qiye had never seen such a handsome man in his life.
Fair skin, a chiseled nose, features so exquisite they seemed sculpted, perfectly proportioned, with blue eyes as clear as the ocean, and golden hair naturally falling over his forehead, messy yet uniquely beautiful.
When he smiled, even the brilliant sunlight seemed to dim.
Uh… not trashy? Lin Qiye asked uncertainly, his peripheral vision catching a glimpse of the man’s status panel behind him, and he suddenly realized, oh, Bragi!
Room 3.
Patient: Bragi
Task: Assist Bragi in treating his mental illness. When the treatment progress reaches specified values (1%, 50%, 100%), a portion of Bragi’s abilities can be randomly extracted.
Current treatment progress: 0%
The moment he saw this name, myths and legends about him instantly surfaced in Lin Qiye’s mind.
You are Odin’s ninth son, the god of poetry and music, Bragi? Lin Qiye asked.
Bragi slightly bowed, like a gentleman, and replied, “Indeed, it is I.”
Lin Qiye looked at the harp Bragi was holding, and understanding dawned in his eyes.
When he first arrived at the psychiatric hospital and released Nikes, he had carefully observed the doors of the other rooms, and the harp on the door of this third room was one of the few clues that could be used to deduce the identity of a deity.
A harp, which must be related to music. When Lin Qiye studied world mythology in the training camp, he compiled all the deities associated with music, and this Nordic god of poetry and music was among them.
What illness do you have? Lin Qiye asked directly.
Bragi was taken aback. I’m not sick!
…Oh.
It seems the illness is quite severe…
Think carefully again. Lin Qiye continued, Have you noticed anything unusual lately? Like feeling someone is always by your side, or being particularly interested in something, suddenly turning into a pink starfish and running around?
Merlin: …
Bragi pondered seriously for a long time. Well, there is indeed something unusual.
What? Lin Qiye’s expression became serious.
Recently, I seem to have become more handsome again.
…Lin Qiye suppressed the urge to shove him back into the room, trying to keep his voice calm. I meant something abnormal!
Right. Bragi nodded earnestly. I’ve recently become exceptionally handsome.
Lin Qiye: …
Lin Qiye silently looked up at the sky, constantly reminding himself that this man before him was a patient, and as the director, he absolutely could not resort to violence against a patient… unless he really couldn’t hold back.
Forget it. Lin Qiye took a deep breath. You can stay here for now; I’ll go get some fresh air…
Without looking back, Lin Qiye turned and walked away.
As soon as he went downstairs, he ran into Li Yifei, who was preparing to hang up laundry, and called out to him directly.
What’s wrong? Li Yifei asked, puzzled.
A new patient has arrived upstairs, but it’s still unclear what his illness is. Please pay more attention to him and see if anything seems off. Lin Qiye whispered.
It’s a small matter. Li Yifei smiled.
Lin Qiye left the psychiatric hospital, opened his eyes on the hospital bed, sighed deeply, and picked up the remote control beside him.
At that moment, a soft sound came from outside the door, and a man in caregiver uniform walked in.
Patient Lin Qiye, it’s time for your free activity. Do you need me to take you out for a walk? The caregiver asked politely.
Without any hesitation, Lin Qiye sat up from the bed. Let’s go!
Lin Qiye followed the caregiver out of the metal room. Only then did he truly see the full view of his room. Looking at the tightly sealed metal box, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
This setup is indeed a bit frightening.
The caregiver led Lin Qiye to the password lock, one hand blocking the keypad while the other quickly pressed several buttons. With a soft sound, the heavy door slowly opened.
A glimmer of golden light flashed in Lin Qiye’s eyes, and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.