Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Chapter 1065 Reunion in an Old Place, New Prisoner Enters the Cage

Lin Qiye chuckled and placed one hand on the steering wheel, his knuckles tapping lightly.

"Whatever it's called, whether it's a fasting center or a mental hospital, it's just a more sophisticated cage."

"The more fancy the name, the more shady the things being locked up are."

Wu Hen pushed up his glasses and didn't say anything more. His gaze behind the lenses was deep, as if he was recalling something.

The roar of the helicopter grew louder as it approached, eventually hovering over a helipad illuminated as bright as day by searchlights.

The wind whipped up by the propellers was so strong that it was impossible to open one's eyes. Lin Qiye was the first to jump off the plane.

Wu Hen followed closely behind, holding Wu Quan, who had no expression on his face, on one side and the other on the other.

A middle-aged man in a white coat, with a tall and straight figure, was already waiting there.

He wore gold-rimmed glasses, had a refined air, and stood ramrod straight.

With his hands behind his back, he resembled a sharp sword sheathed in its sheath.

"Seven Nights, you're three minutes late again." The man spoke, his voice gentle yet carrying an undeniable authority.

"I got stuck in traffic, but I ran into an old friend along the way," Lin Qiye replied casually, giving the other person a light punch on the shoulder.

"Old Li, it's been years, but you still smell so strongly of disinfectant."

Dr. Li adjusted his glasses, his gaze passing over Lin Qiye and landing on Wu Hen behind him.

"This is... Wu Hen?"

"Dr. Li, I've heard so much about you." Wu Hen nodded slightly, his expression calm.

"Welcome home." Dr. Li's words were meaningful. He calmly gazed at Wu Hen.

"How does it feel to be back here?"

Wu Hen's lips tightened for a moment, then he said calmly, "It's like I just went back to the company from a business trip, and I don't really want to work overtime."

Lin Qiye grinned: "He's right, none of us want to work overtime."

Dr. Li's gaze finally turned to the real "goods"—Wu Quan.

He looked the boy up and down, as if he were assessing a dangerous item.

"The Fourth Royal Ruins, ruled by the Emperor." Dr. Li said calmly.

"He seems quite honest, not as crazy as described in the report."

"Old Li, don't be fooled by his cowardly appearance," Lin Qiye warned.

"This kid is as shrewd as a mule, and he's cunning and wicked."

"He turned two of his childhood friends from the orphanage into puppets and lived with their corpses for four years. How honest do you think he could be?"

These words caused Wu Quan's body to stiffen almost imperceptibly, but he lowered his head even further.

Upon hearing this, Dr. Li's expression remained unchanged; he simply nodded.

"Don't worry, once you enter my fasting place, even dragons have to coil up and tigers have to lie down."

"Even mad dogs have to wag their tails when they see me."

He turned to the two black-clad caregivers behind him and decisively ordered, "Take him to cell number 7 in zone C for 48 hours of isolation and observation, and put him under the highest level of mental restraint."

"Yes!"

The caregivers stepped forward and supported Wu Quan from both sides.

Wu Quan did not resist; he only raised his head before being taken away.

He stared intently at Lin Qiye with those lifeless eyes, as if trying to etch his image into his mind.

Watching Wu Quan being led away, Dr. Li said to Lin Qiye and Wu Hen, "Alright, your mission is complete."

"You've been granted three days off. Whether you go back to headquarters or stay outside is up to you."

"Then I'd better get some rest." Lin Qiye stretched.

"Let's go, Lao Wu, let's find a place to have a drink."

Wu Hen nodded and followed Lin Qiye as they turned and left.

"Seven Nights," Dr. Li suddenly called out to him.

Lin Qiye turned around.

"Drink less," Dr. Li said calmly.

"The substances inside you don't like alcohol."

Lin Qiye's smile faded slightly, and he waved his hand.

Without saying another word, he and Wu Hen quickly disappeared around the corner of the passage.

The interior of the fasting place was not dark and damp as one might imagine; instead, it was a dazzling expanse of pure white.

The walls were white, the floors were white, and even the air was filled with the cold smell of disinfectant and sedatives.

Wu Quan was taken to a spacious public area to change into prison clothes.

A dozen or so patients sat scattered around the area, some of them lost in thought.

Some were playing chess, while others were talking to themselves in front of the wall; the atmosphere was eerie yet calm.

Just as Wu Quan finished changing his clothes and was about to be taken to the prison area, in a corner,

The gaunt old man, who was scratching the ground with his fingernails, suddenly raised his head.

He grinned, revealing a set of yellow teeth, and shouted in Wu Quan's direction, "Hey, newbie?"

Wu Quan ignored him and followed the caregiver forward without looking to the side.

"Don't be nervous, little emperor." The old man's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached Wu Quan's ears.

"Here, we are family."

Wu Quan's steps suddenly stopped.

He abruptly turned his head, staring intently at the emaciated old man, his eyes filled with shock and wariness.

"how do you know?"

The old man chuckled, stood up from the ground, and slowly walked over to him.

"I can smell it."

"You have the aura of a throne about you. You're still a bit green, but you're undeniably powerful."

He stretched out a hand covered in dirt and scars. "Want to be friends? They all call me Old Dog Wu."

Wu Quan stared intently at the hand, then looked at the old man's cloudy eyes, which seemed to see through everything.

He hesitated for a few seconds, but finally reached out and shook hands.

The moment their hands touched, an indescribable chill instantly spread from their arms throughout their bodies.

Wu Quan's pupils suddenly contracted.

Wu Laogou's smile deepened. He took a step closer and lowered his voice, speaking in a tone only the two of them could hear.

"Welcome to... God's Paradise."

Meanwhile, Lin Qiye, who had already left the prison area, was walking with Wu Hen on an open-air corridor.

"What are you planning to do during your three-day holiday?" Lin Qiye asked.

"Organize the data for this mission." Wu Hen's reply was as uninteresting as ever.

"How boring." Lin Qiye curled his lip, pointing to a detached building with lights on not far away.

"Let's go see what that little girl is up to."

Wu Hen looked in the direction he was pointing and frowned: "You mean a commemoration?"

"Wasn't she put in solitary confinement for illegally modifying equipment last time?"

"Solitary confinement?" Lin Qiye chuckled.

"For her, that place was no different from her studio."

"I bet she's taken something apart again right now."