Chapter 295
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Chapter 295: What Do You Like to Eat?
Every time I recite a line of poetry that resonates with my heart, I can create a corresponding impact on my surroundings.
This impact is not limited to creating something out of nothing; it also includes utilizing the surrounding environment to achieve the desired effect.
For example, in the Hospital of the Gods, Lin Qiye did not have the conditions to create a waterfall that cascades down three thousand feet, so he could only use the most rudimentary method, consuming the most mental energy to conjure a river out of thin air.
However, here, Lin Qiye summoned a stream of water with almost no consumption because the conditions for a waterfall that cascades down three thousand feet were present. The so-called impact was not about creating water out of nothing but rather about automatically turning on the faucet, resulting in the flow of water.
Although the flow from the faucet was vastly inferior to that of the hospital, it is important to note that this was accomplished under the suppression of the Town Ruins Monument.
Under the suppression of the Town Ruins Monument, both the “Darkest God Ruins” and the “Illusion Demon God Ruins” could not be utilized, but the “Sky Poet” could. This was not because the latter was stronger than the two ruins, but because it could achieve its effects by leveraging the surrounding environment.
In simple terms, the “Sky Poet” consumes less and triggers more easily in specific environments, allowing it to barely escape the suppression of the Town Ruins Monument.
Although the power of the poet was pitifully small under the suppression, it was still the second supernatural means Lin Qiye could utilize, aside from the “Mortal Realm.”
After understanding the mechanism of the “Sky Poet,” Lin Qiye returned to his bed and lay down, falling into a deep sleep as usual…
…
After an unknown amount of time, Lin Qiye opened his eyes in a daze.
In the distance, black walls loomed, and beneath the dim sky was an empty outdoor activity area. At this moment, he stood in front of the transparent door of the Sunshine Mental Hospital, feeling disoriented.
A familiar prison, a familiar hospital, a familiar corner…
Lin Qiye stood there, looking at the familiar scene before him. After a moment, a thought slowly emerged in his sluggish mind:
Am I… dreaming?
Lin Qiye shook his head and focused on his surroundings, only to see everything around him becoming blurry, as if covered by a thin veil. In the entire world, only the most inconspicuous corner was vivid and clear.
At that moment, a figure in a blue and white striped patient gown was squatting there, with messy hair piled up like a bird’s nest. He stared blankly at the ground, lost in thought.
It was Wu Laogou.
Lin Qiye sighed helplessly.
Being around mental patients all the time, and now I’m dreaming about them…
He stepped over to squat beside Wu Laogou and casually said, “I guess you’re watching the little grass.”
Wu Laogou glanced at Lin Qiye and shook his head. “No, I’m watching the little stone.”
His voice seemed different from during the day, lacking a bit of the murkiness and sharpness, and instead carrying a sense of steadiness and calm.
Lin Qiye grinned and couldn’t help but ask, “Where are you from? Why do you like to speak in that tone?”
Wu Laogou focused intently on the empty ground in front of him, seemingly not hearing Lin Qiye’s question, like a statue squatting there, motionless.
Lin Qiye shook his head, stood up from the ground, and completely gave up on the idea of communicating with Wu Laogou.
Just as he was about to leave, Wu Laogou suddenly spoke from behind:
“What do you like to eat?”
“What?” Lin Qiye was taken aback and turned to look at Wu Laogou.
Wu Laogou remained quietly squatting there, staring at the empty ground, as if he hadn’t spoken at all.
Lin Qiye hesitated for a moment and finally said, “I like to eat fish. What about you?”
“You like to eat fish,” Wu Laogou murmured, “but some people don’t like it.”
Lin Qiye asked in confusion, “What does it matter to me if some people don’t like fish?”
“I heard that some people like to eat… fragrant five-spice spicy spiral noodles with pickled vegetables and beef,” Wu Laogou recited as if chanting.
“What did you say?” Lin Qiye frowned even tighter. “What does it matter to me if someone likes that?”
Wu Laogou fell silent.
Wait…
Lin Qiye suddenly thought of something, and an unusual light flickered in his eyes.
That spicy beef noodle… such a strange name, it seems like I’ve heard something similar somewhere.
In the dream, Lin Qiye felt his mind was sluggish; he must have heard it somewhere, but he couldn’t recall it for the moment.
As Lin Qiye was lost in thought, Wu Laogou glanced at him again and calmly said:
“It’s dawn.”
In an instant, Lin Qiye’s consciousness plummeted rapidly…
…
Swish!
Lin Qiye suddenly sat up in bed, his brow furrowed, filled with confusion.
He glanced at the clock on the wall; it was exactly 7 AM.
He closed his eyes and carefully recalled the strange dream he had just experienced, his doubts growing stronger…
He shook his head, pushing those chaotic thoughts aside, and simply got up to wash up.
…
At the fasting center.
“Boss, I’ve investigated all the suspicious characters, but… there’s nothing to report.” Scarface said to Han Laoda from across the cell.
Han Laoda frowned slightly. “What do you mean there’s nothing to report?”
“During the time we predicted the one-eyed man was murdered, they all have alibis!” Scarface scratched his head. “At that time, the activity period had just begun, and they were all gathered in the cafeteria for a meal, so there was no opportunity to kill the one-eyed man…”
Han Laoda’s frown deepened.
“Could it really not be them?” Han Laoda murmured.
“Boss, we should be able to rule out the suspicion of our own people. Only those few who have been silent… could it be them?” Scarface tentatively asked.
“Hmph.” Han Laoda snorted coldly, a fierce look flashing in his eyes. “Most likely. Tomorrow, you go investigate and see who has the guts to do this.”
Scarface seemed to think of something, a hesitant expression appearing on his face. He cautiously said, “Boss, those few are all from the ‘Believers.’ They are ruthless people outside, even at the Infinite or Klein level. I… I don’t dare to provoke them!”
“Waste! This is the fasting center; here, they are all a bunch of useless people. What are you afraid of?” Han Laoda scolded.
“But even if they can’t use the Forbidden Ruins, I still can’t beat them…” Scarface lamented. “In the entire fasting center, only you can defeat them, Boss.”
Han Laoda spat and, after a long silence, said ominously, “Fine, then I’ll go myself.”
Scarface breathed a sigh of relief, then seemed to remember something and said again, “Boss, let me investigate that new boy. I always feel like he has some issues…”
“Do as you wish.”