Feng Bujue had successfully escaped.
Things had progressed much more smoothly than he had expected. It was so easy that he felt like he was being unreal.
In fact, according to Brother Jue's original plan, there was a ninety percent chance that his first 'prison break' would fail.
That was because the information he had was still too limited.
For the past three months, he had only been able to gather all the information that he had 'access to'. As for the information that he 'couldn't access', he could only glean bits and pieces of information from other people.
For example, things like 'the password to the door', 'the complete structure of the hospital', 'the geographical location of the hospital', 'the escape route', 'the escape route', and so on. It was not that he didn't want to investigate this information, but he really couldn't access it.
Therefore, Feng Bujue's idea was to 'escape' once, and through this failed escape, obtain a large amount of valuable information. That way, he would be able to come up with a better plan the next time he tried to escape.
However, even he didn't expect that his first attempt … would be a success.
And the process was unbelievably simple.
First, Brother Jue asked the caregiver to take off his jacket and pants and toss them over. The caregiver did as he was told.
Then, Feng Bujue asked Doctor Zhang to remain in a kneeling position. He then quickly changed into the caregiver's uniform while maintaining a threatening posture. (If you think this is a bit unbelievable, let me remind you … Don't forget that Brother Jue has mastered the toilet paper changing technique.)
Then, he held Doctor Zhang hostage and went to the corridor with surveillance cameras. He locked the caregiver in his own room.
After that, Brother Jue led Doctor Zhang through a few corridors. They passed through a door that required a card to pass through (the pass that the caregiver had pinned to his chest had already been taken away by Brother Jue). After that, they arrived at the public area.
So far, no one had noticed anything out of the ordinary. This was because one of the two night guards was dozing off in the lounge, while the other was dozing off in the surveillance room.
After arriving at the public area, Feng Bujue took a quick look at the floor plan and forced Doctor Zhang to bring him to the changing room. There, he took a set of casual clothes and all of his belongings.
In the end, he went to the parking lot with Dr. Zhang and forced him to drive him out of the mental hospital.
At this point, there was no turning back for Doctor Zhang. He drove Brother Jue out of the parking lot.
When they passed through the gate, the guard only stayed in the guard room and glanced outside. When he saw that Doctor Zhang was sitting in the driver's seat, he opened the brake and let them pass.
After all, this place was not a prison, and there were no rules that forbade the people working here from leaving. Thus, when the guard saw that the doctor was driving the car, he naturally did not ask any questions.
Therefore, Brother Jue, who was hiding in the front passenger seat, left White Sand Asylum without any danger or hindrance.
Everything seemed calm and tranquil.
It was so smooth that it was disconcerting, so simple that it was boring.
But, it was reasonable.
Feng Bujue, who was sitting in the car, recalled the whole incident. He felt like … at the end of a suspenseful and exciting detective novel, he saw an ending that was similar to "an ex-convict committed an impulsive crime, robbed, killed, and escaped".
And this … was "reality".
Maybe sometimes, reality was more bizarre than fiction, but in 99% of cases, reality was indeed a cold and boring machine.
In reality, there were not many cases of locked-room murders. Most of the cases were committed on impulse due to clumsy methods.
In reality, there were not many people who were still loyal to their boring jobs. There were only a bunch of pitiful people who just wanted to get paid to get by. No matter what class they were in, they were always dissatisfied with their lives.
In reality, there were not many Long Aotian and Mary Sue's. The world was filled with countless mediocre and despicable people who thought they were better than others.
In reality, there were not so many coincidences, fate, and miracles.
In reality, there was only "reality".
Humans created fantasies and wandered freely in their fantasies because there was too much helplessness in reality. It was cold, sad, and difficult for people to move forward.
But, this world needed reality.
In the unseen world, there was a scale, and at both ends, light and darkness coexisted. Infinity (space) and eternity (time) coexisted. Fantasy and reality … must also coexist.
People could not only live in fantasies and use dreams as an excuse to waste time and deceive themselves.
People could not live without fantasies. Otherwise, they would be walking dead, and there would be no difference between life and death.
His thoughts stretched, and when he thought of this …
Feng Bujue was enlightened, and the look in his eyes changed.
"I understand now …" he murmured. "This … is indeed 'reality', a 'real world', and I … don't belong here."
Whoosh —
At this moment, Brother Bujue suddenly heard the sound of wind whistling in his ears.
Then, his eyes were blinded by a dazzling white light.
When he opened his eyes again, he found that … he was already sitting on a comfortable sofa.
The mental hospital, the car, the night, everything outside the car window … It all seemed like a dream that had never happened and never existed.
At this moment, he was surrounded by light and shadow, fog, and time and space intertwined … It was an illusion.
Although it seemed to have changed a lot, Feng Bujue could still feel that this … was his temple of thought.
"Ah …" He looked at the scene around him and laughed dryly. "This is strange … I remember there were seven people here."
"Are you referring to this group of people?" The next second, a voice identical to his suddenly sounded.
In the blink of an eye, another Feng Bujue appeared in front of him. At the same time, on the ground around his sofa, there were five corpses. They were five Feng Bujue wearing purple long suits.
"Ho ~" Brother Bujue looked at himself in front of him, who was still alive, and said, "What's going on? Did you kill them all? "
"No." The other Feng Bujue replied, "It was you … who killed them all."
"Is that so?" Feng Bujue asked.
"Yes." The other Feng Bujue replied.
"Then should I kill you now?" Feng Bujue asked again.
"What do you think you're doing here?" The other Feng Bujue asked with a smile.
"Then … why should I do this?" Feng Bujue asked again.
"Kill me, and you'll understand everything …" The other Feng Bujue said as he reached out and grabbed a western-style kitchen knife. "You'll understand … it was you who locked yourself in a cage …" He took the kitchen knife and walked towards Brother Bujue. "You'll understand … it was you who created the six of us to watch over you …" He handed the handle of the knife to Brother Bujue, knelt on one knee, and put the tip of the knife to his throat. "You'll also understand … the truth that you buried and forgot."
After that, he grabbed Feng Bujue's hand and pulled hard …
At the same time, Feng Bujue's hand felt the warmth of blood.
After a moment of silence, Brother Bujue looked at the six corpses on the ground, and then looked at the blood on his hand.
Then, he suddenly showed an evil, but very charming … smile.
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