kingnovel Chapter 1067 You Are My Key to Home
Chapter 1067 You Are My Key to Home
Boom-!
Another sound!
This time, the sound was closer, and the vibration was stronger.
The floor of the entire underground prison was trembling slightly, and dust was falling from the ceiling.
Lin Qiye and Wu Hen's expressions changed completely.
"Over there!" Lin Qiye shouted, and the two of them instantly turned into two afterimages, rushing towards the depths of the prison from which the voice came.
This is not an unknown patient.
They were all too familiar with this extremely violent aura, which seemed to tear the entire space apart.
It is Gilgamesh.
The two rushed past rows of empty cages, and soon, a golden figure came into view.
"Stop for me, Old Sun!"
With a loud shout, a golden iron rod swept out and slammed heavily into Gilgamesh's chest.
Gilgamesh let out a beast-like roar and was sent flying backward.
It slammed hard against the metal wall of the cage, causing the entire prison to shake violently once again.
Sun Wukong, holding his golden cudgel, was panting heavily, baring his teeth, and his face was full of solemnity.
"Roar—!" Gilgamesh broke free from the dent in the wall.
His golden armor was shattered, and his eyes were bloodshot, filled with nothing but pure madness and a destructive desire.
"Damn it, why is this madman going berserk again?" Lin Qiye cursed, and flashed to Sun Wukong's side.
Wu Hen calmly observed the battle, his brow furrowed: "Something's wrong. He's more ferocious than ever before."
"I, Old Sun, don't know either!"
Sun Wukong stared intently at Gilgamesh, and said without turning his head,
"I was just playing around with him, and suddenly he started acting like a mad dog, biting anyone he could get his hands on!"
Just then, Gilgamesh, who was about to pounce again, suddenly froze.
A flicker of pain flashed in his bloodshot eyes as he clutched his head and let out a suppressed roar.
"No...no...my people...Uruk..."
He roared intermittently, his golden eyes locked in a fierce battle between madness and clarity.
"Why...why...they're all dead..."
The excruciating pain was so intense that even Lin Qiye and Wu Hen, who were conscious beings, felt a pang of fear.
Sun Wukong was taken aback, put away his golden cudgel, and scratched his monkey cheek: "Hey, what's this all about now? You're crying in the middle of a fight?"
“It’s a memory.” Wu Hen’s voice was icy.
"The tampered memories are eroding his core of divinity."
Lin Qiye stared intently at Gilgamesh, the oldest king of mankind, who now resembled a helpless child.
He knelt on the ground, trembling all over, golden tears of blood streaming from his eyes.
This was the second time they had seen the king shed tears.
The first time was in the real world, when he mistook Li Zhenzhen for Enkidu.
This time, it was for his people who had long since vanished into the annals of history, yet were repeatedly slaughtered in false memories.
A moment later, that sliver of clarity was completely swallowed up by madness.
Gilgamesh suddenly raised his head, his crimson eyes locking onto them once more, and roared as he charged forward.
"I'm coming!" Sun Wukong shouted and went to meet him.
The golden cudgel clashed with the golden divine power once more, and a deafening roar echoed throughout the bottom of the entire prison.
"You two, come here," Sun Wukong said telepathically while suppressing Gilgamesh.
Lin Qiye and Wu Hen exchanged a glance and immediately retreated outside the battle circle.
Sun Wukong's voice echoed in their minds, carrying an unprecedented solemnity:
"This madman is in very bad shape."
"His mental state is rapidly deteriorating. This time he was lucid for a moment, but next time, he may completely fall into depravity."
"He will lose control more and more frequently, and the power of his actions will also increase."
Lin Qiye's heart sank: "Is there any way to stop it?"
"No," Sun Wukong replied crisply.
"Unless you can erase all that bullshit memory from his head."
"All I, Old Sun, can do is beat him down when he goes crazy."
"But I can't guarantee that I can stop him in time every time."
The warning is self-evident.
"I'll take him to the 'detention room' to calm him down first."
As Sun Wukong's voice fell, he kicked Gilgamesh into a door of light at the deepest part of the prison, and then jumped in after him.
As the portal disappeared, the entire underground prison instantly returned to deathly silence.
Only Lin Qiye and Wu Hen remained standing there, the atmosphere as oppressive as the calm before a storm.
"Let's go," Lin Qiye uttered a single word.
Wu Hen nodded.
Without the slightest hesitation, their consciousness instantly left the mental hospital.
In the real world, in a dormitory room.
Lin Qiye and Wu Hen opened their eyes at the same time.
The night outside the window was deep and all was quiet.
But in their hearts, a raging storm was brewing.
Kexi Biology was "rejected" by the hospital.
Gilgamesh's mind is rapidly deteriorating... All clues point to a realm they have never explored before.
"In memory." Lin Qiye stood up, his voice hoarse.
"Hmm." Wu Hen also stood up.
Without saying another word, the two walked out of the room in tacit agreement.
The night breeze was cool, blowing on their faces, but it couldn't dispel the restlessness and unease in their hearts.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The rapid and forceful knocking sounded particularly abrupt in the quiet corridor.
There was no response from inside the door.
Lin Qiye frowned, then tapped a few more times, increasing the force.
"Who is it? It's the middle of the night..."
Finally, a muffled, sleepy voice came from inside the door.
A few seconds later, the door was pulled open a crack.
Wearing pajamas, Jinian rubbed her sleepy eyes and looked at the two people outside the door with an impatient expression: "What are you two doing? Checking on the patients?"
"I have something to ask you," Lin Qiye said, getting straight to the point.
"We'll talk about it tomorrow, I'm so sleepy." Ji Nian yawned and was about to close the door.
Lin Qiye pressed down on the door panel, looking directly at her: "It's very important, it concerns the Gods Mental Hospital."
Upon hearing the words "Gods' Mental Hospital," Jinian's drowsiness instantly vanished by half.
She remained silent for a few seconds, then finally stepped aside to make way for him.
"come in."
A warm yellow desk lamp illuminated the room, and the table was piled high with various blueprints and parts. The smell of machine oil still lingered in the air.
Lin Qiye and Wu Hen went inside and closed the door behind them.
"sit."
Jinian pointed to the only empty space on the bed, then pulled up a chair, sat down, took off her glasses, and pinched the bridge of her nose.
Under the warm light, a hint of weariness was revealed on her usually expressionless face.
"Tell me, what's the matter?"
Lin Qiye didn't beat around the bush and asked directly, "Who exactly are you?"
He paused in his commemorative gesture, then looked up.
His eyes were somewhat blank: "My name is Jinian, a member of the Night Watch special team, codename 'Pixel'. Are you satisfied with this answer?"
"You know that's not what I asked."
Lin Qiye's voice was deep, "Today, we captured a creature of the Kreece type and wanted to put it in the hospital."
"But it failed."
"The hospital... refused its existence."
"It's like there's a rule that doesn't allow that kind of thing to enter."
Ji Nian listened quietly without saying a word.
Wu Hen continued, "We also went to Gilgamesh's hospital room."
“His condition is deteriorating; the implanted false memories are destroying his divinity.”
"Sun Wukong said that he could completely lose control at any moment."
"so what?"
The tone of the commemoration was very calm.
"Isn't the patient's condition something for you 'hospital directors' to worry about? Why are you coming to me, a technician, for help?"
"Because we suspect that the root of these two things is the same thing."
“A more fundamental force that transcends the existing rules of the hospital.”
Lin Qiye stared intently into her eyes, "And you, Jinian, you are connected to that power."
The air in the room seemed to freeze.
Ji Nian bowed her head and remained silent for a long time.
Just when Lin Qiye thought she wouldn't speak again, she suddenly let out a very soft sigh.
That sigh contained so much.
Exhaustion, helplessness, and a long-hidden...sorrow.
"I want to go home."
she said softly.
These four words were like a thunderclap, exploding in the minds of Lin Qiye and Wu Hen.
"Home?" Lin Qiye was taken aback.
Jinian raised her head, and her clear eyes seemed to be veiled with a layer of mist under the light.
“I am not from this world,” she said slowly. “I come from another place. A place…that you cannot understand.”
She extended her right hand, and on the back of her hand, the pixelated pattern composed of countless tiny squares shimmered slightly under the light.
"This is not a forbidden ruin."
Her voice was soft, yet it possessed a power capable of overturning one's worldview.
Its name is 'Yewen'.
“In our culture, every life leaves its own unique ‘pattern’ deep within its soul.”
"I and the Gods Mental Hospital come from the same place."
"We are all drifters in that 'original world'."
Lin Qiye and Wu Hen's pupils contracted to their maximum size at this moment.
This is a huge amount of information.
They had always believed that the Asylum of the Gods was unique and existed above all other mythologies.
But now, the memorial tells them that the hospital... also has a "home"?
"Then why are you here?" Wu Hen's voice was a little hoarse.
"I do not know."
Jinian shook her head. "My memory of the past is very vague."
Only fragmented pieces remained, along with... the instinct to go home.
As she spoke, her gaze slowly shifted from Wu Hen to Lin Qiye's face.
In that instant, the confusion and weariness in her eyes vanished, replaced by an unprecedented radiance.
In that light, there was hope, there was longing, and even a hint of desperate resolve.
The atmosphere in the room subtly warmed up at that moment, reaching a certain critical point.
Lin Qiye felt uneasy under her gaze: "Why...why are you looking at me like that?"
For the first time, the corners of his mouth curved upwards in a very slight, almost imperceptible arc.
"I searched for a long time and tried many methods, such as building 'Pixel Numbers' and analyzing the rules of this world... but none of them worked."
"I can't find my way back."
Her gaze was fixed on Lin Qiye, and she said, word by word:
"Until... I met you. You have an aura that originates from the hospital."
"That key... that power that can open the hospital doors..."
Outside the window, a night wind suddenly rose.
The curtains were blown up suddenly, like a pair of wings struggling to take flight.
The shadow of the memorial was stretched extremely long on the wall, as if it might merge into the darkness behind it at any moment.
Her voice, carried clearly by the wind, struck Lin Qiye and Wu Hen's hearts.
"Lin Qiye, Wu Hen, you are the key to my return home."
As soon as the words were spoken, Lin Qiye and Wu Hen stood frozen in place, their hearts pounding like drums.
Home...keys?
Looking at the thin, silver-haired girl before them, they were reminded of the depths of the hospital.
That tyrannical, bloodthirsty king who shed tears of blood for false memories.
One wants to go home.
A phantom of "home" is being dragged into the abyss of destruction.