Feng Bujue had successfully escaped.

The development of events was much easier than he had imagined, so easy that it felt unreal...

In fact, according to Brother Jue's original plan, there was a 90% chance that this first "prison break" would fail.

Because the information he currently possessed... was still too limited.

For the past three months, he had only investigated all the information he "could access"; but regarding those things he "could not access," he could only catch a few glimpses from other people's fragmented words.

For example, "the password to the gate," "the complete architectural structure of the hospital," "the hospital's geographical location," "the route to escape the hospital," "the route after escaping the hospital," and so on. He didn't want to avoid investigating these pieces of information, but he simply couldn't access them.

Therefore, Feng Bujue came up with a plan... to "escape once" first, and through this failed escape, obtain a large amount of valuable information so that he could make a more thorough plan for the next escape.

However, even he did not expect that this first escape... would actually succeed.

And the process was unbelievably simple...

First, Brother Jue asked the orderly uncle to take off his coat and pants and throw them over, which the latter did.

Then, Feng Bujue made Doctor Zhang stay kneeling, and while maintaining a threatening posture, he quickly changed into the orderly's uniform (if you find this a little unbelievable, let me remind you... don't forget that Brother Jue has already mastered the tissue paper clothing change technique these days).

Next, he held Doctor Zhang hostage and came to the corridor with surveillance cameras, and locked the orderly uncle in his ward.

Then, Brother Jue walked Doctor Zhang quickly through several corridors, passed through a door that required a swipe card to pass through (the orderly uncle's access card pinned to his chest had also been taken by Brother Jue), and then arrived at the public area.

Up to this point, no one had noticed anything unusual; because the two night shift security guards were either dozing in the rest room or dozing in the surveillance room...

After arriving in the public area, Feng Bujue glanced at the floor plan and forced Doctor Zhang to take him to the changing room; there, he stole a set of casual clothes and all the usable valuables.

Finally, he came to the parking lot with Doctor Zhang and demanded that the latter drive him away from this mental hospital.

Now that things had come to this, Doctor Zhang had no turning back, so he drove Brother Jue out of the parking lot.

When passing through the gate, the guard just stayed in the guardhouse and glanced out, clearly saw that Doctor Zhang himself was sitting in the driver's seat, and opened the road gate to let them pass.

Well... this place was not a prison, and there was no rule stating that the staff working here could absolutely not go out; so, when the guard saw that it was the doctor driving himself, he naturally wouldn't ask any further questions.

Thus, Brother Jue, hiding in the passenger seat... left White Sand Mental Hospital without any hindrance or danger.

Everything seemed calm.

It was so smooth that it was unsettling, so simple that it was boring.

But it was reasonable...

Sitting in the car, Feng Bujue recalled the whole thing, and his feeling was like... at the end of a suspenseful and wonderful detective novel, seeing an ending similar to "a criminal with a prior record acted on impulse, committing robbery and then murder to escape."

And this... was "reality."

Perhaps at certain times, reality is more bizarre than fiction, but in 99% of cases... reality is indeed a cold and boring machine.

There are not so many locked room murders in reality; the vast majority of cases are clumsy impulse crimes.

There are not so many people who are still dedicated to their duties in boring positions in reality; there are only a group of pitiful wretches who think about getting their salary and muddling through the days, and who are dissatisfied with life no matter which class they reach.

There are not so many Long Aotians and Mary Sues in reality; the world is filled with countless mediocre but self-righteous despicable people.

In reality... there are even fewer coincidences, fates, and miracles...

In reality... there is only "reality."

Humans create fantasy, indulging and roaming in fantasy, all because there is too much helplessness in reality, which is cold, sad... and makes it difficult to move forward.

But this world needs reality.

In the dark, there is a scale, and at its two ends—light and darkness coexist, infinity (space) and eternity (time) coexist, and fantasy and reality... must also coexist.

People cannot only live in fantasy, using illusory dreams as an excuse to waste time and deceive themselves.

Nor can people be without fantasy, otherwise they are walking corpses, no different from the living dead.

Thoughts expanded, thinking of this...

Feng Bujue suddenly understood and his eyes changed.

"I understand..." he muttered, "This... is indeed 'reality,' a 'real world,' and I... do not belong here."

Whoosh—

In that instant, Brother Jue suddenly heard a whistling sound in his ears.

Immediately afterward, his eyes were blinded by a burst of dazzling white light.

When he reopened his eyes, he found... that he was already sitting in a comfortable armchair.

The mental hospital, the car, the night, everything outside the car window... all seemed like a dream, never having happened or ever existed.

At this moment, his surroundings were filled with shimmering light and shadows, thoughts like a tide of mist, time and space intertwined... a scene of illusion.

Although it looked very different, Feng Bujue could still feel that this... was his Mind Sanctuary.

"Heh..." He looked at the surrounding scene and chuckled, "That's strange... I remember there being a total of seven people here."

"Are you referring to these people?" The next second, a voice exactly like his own suddenly sounded.

In the blink of an eye, another version of himself appeared in front of Feng Bujue, and at the same time, five corpses appeared on the ground around his armchair—five Feng Bujues wearing long purple suits.

"Ho~" Brother Jue looked at the self that was still alive in front of him and said, "What's going on here? Did you kill them all?"

"No." The other Feng Bujue replied, "You... 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 came here to do?" The other Feng Bujue asked with a smile.

"Then... why would I do that?" Feng Bujue said again.

"Kill me, and you'll understand everything..." The other Feng Bujue said, reaching into the void and instantly grabbing a Western-style kitchen knife, "You'll understand... that you locked yourself in the cage..." He walked toward Brother Jue with the kitchen knife, "You'll understand... that you created the six of us to watch over you..." He handed the knife handle to Brother Jue, knelt on one knee, and pressed the tip of the knife against his own throat, "You will eventually understand... the truth that you buried and forgotten..."

With that, he grabbed Feng Bujue's hand and pulled hard...

At the same moment, Feng Bujue's hand also felt the warmth of fresh blood.

After a moment of silence, Brother Jue looked at the six corpses on the ground and then at the blood on his hand.

Then, he suddenly revealed a wicked, yet very charming... smile.