I studied beheading in a mental institution

Shangjing City.

Lin Qiye stood waiting at the gate of the military airport for a short time when he saw a convoy approaching from a distance.

Memorial opened the door and got off the car, seeing Lin Qiye and others waiting here, raised his eyebrows,

"Is everything done?"

"Yes." Lin Qiye nodded.

"It's over for me too, let's go."

Everyone boarded the military plane flying to Shenlongguan, and after more than an hour, it landed slowly on the tarmac.

Passing through the inner wall of Shenlongguan, you can see a pixel cruise ship in the berthing area, which is very conspicuous in the distance. Both of them opened their mouths in shock.

"Such a big boat, is this sailing in the fog?"

"What kind of material is this? Why are there lumps of granules?" Baili Pangpang touched the surface of the boat with his hand and clicked his tongue, "Where is this thing sold? I also want to make a whole boat..."

"This thing can't be sold, it's made by Guild Master Shangxie himself." An Qingyu reminded him friendly.

Board the ship, open the door, and the pixel cruise ship slowly sails out of Shenlong Pass, heading straight for the foggy border not far away.

On the cruise ship, Baili Pangpang and Cao Yuan, who were gradually visiting, exclaimed one after another:

"Wine cellar, gym, swimming pool... what the hell! And a DJ ballroom?"

"It's bigger than I imagined."

"What the hell is this Cowherd's Companion VIP box? Can I go in and have a look?"

"Wait, what brand is this motorcycle? Why haven't I seen it before?"

"..."

With his hands in his pockets, Memorial leisurely followed Baili Pangpang and the others. Hearing their exclamations, he almost couldn't control the corners of his mouth.

"This is the 'Dodge Tomahawk', a one-to-one replica of the prototype produced by an American company in 03. It has a total of ten cylinders and can reach a top speed of nearly 700 kilometers per hour...How about it, is it handsome?"

"America, 03?" Baili Pangpang looked at her in confusion, "What are you talking about?"

"Oh, I almost forgot, in your world in 03, other countries have long been engulfed in fog... when I didn't say anything." Memorial shrugged.

Baili Fatty stared at her suspiciously for a long time before looking away.

"By the way, can you make anything with your ability?"

"Basically." Memorial nodded.

"All matter in the world is essentially composed of particles. [Pixel] is also a kind of particle, and it is a particle that can freely control the size and microscopic physical laws. As long as it is something that can be seen by the naked eye, I can compare it one by one. It is reproduced, but only if I know the structure and principle of this thing, can it play its due role.

For example, this 'Dodge Tomahawk' can only be made if I master the working principle of each of its parts, otherwise it is just a motorcycle model with the appearance of a 'Dodge Tomahawk', which cannot be used on the road at all. "

Cao Yuan looked at Memorial in surprise: "You mean, you have fully mastered the construction principle of every part of this motorcycle? What about this cruise ship? You have also mastered all of such a large and complex vehicle?"

"For this ship, I probably only have [-]% control." Memorial pondered for a moment,

"To build this ship requires too much knowledge, covering nearly a hundred disciplines including fluid mechanics, aerodynamics, and engineering thermodynamics. Backed by the best team of engineers, it's pretty easy."

Lin Qiye and the others looked at each other, looking at Memorial as if looking at some kind of monster.

At the same age, ordinary people have to fail in college, but this woman has been able to build a cross-sea cruise ship by herself.

"Since you can freely control the pixel particles and their physical properties, can you turn a stone into gold?" An Qingyu asked curiously.

"Not yet, I can't shrink the pixel particles to the point of controllable element fusion, and now I can only shrink to the molecular weight level at most.

However, using molecular-level pixel particles to reproduce an object can be flawless, but it is very time-consuming. Even if it is an object the size of a thumbnail, it will take at least three days to reproduce it. "

"I see, then why don't you try to combine microscopic physics with 'mysterious' power to create..."

Listening to the conversation between An Qingyu and Memorial, Lin Qiye, Cao Yuan and others felt their heads swell. A simple cruise visit suddenly turned into a profound academic exchange.

But from this point of view, the lower limit and upper limit of the [pixel] ability are very different, and it can even be said to be a world of difference.

If only ordinary people get this ability, it is not bad to be able to make a decent pistol out of pixels, but if it falls into the hands of an engineering genius who commemorates this horror, then this is a backhand that can create a pistol. The abnormal ability of the star cannon!

The discussion between An Qingyu and Memorial became more and more heated, Lin Qiye simply turned around and left, and if he listened to it any more, he should wonder if he had a problem with his IQ.

The cruise ship has entered the fog and is heading straight to the headquarters of the Shang Evil Society, [Utopia].

Lin Qiye turned around on the deck, then returned to the room, sinking his consciousness into the mental hospital of the gods in his mind.

……

Wearing a white coat, Lin Qiye was walking along the long corridor of the hospital. Nurses walked up to him and greeted him respectfully.

"Morning Dean."

"Well, morning."

"Morning, has the dean eaten yet? Why don't we have some together?"

"Morning, eat, I'm not hungry."

"You're doing well, boy."

"Morning...huh?"

Just when Lin Qiye was halfway through speaking, he closed his mouth and looked helplessly at Yelande who was full of kindness.

After saying this, Yelande ignored Lin Qiye, walked slowly forward, and kept talking to himself:

"You're doing well, boy...you're doing well, boy..."

Lin Qiye let out a long sigh.

When I went back to the fasting center this time, I forgot to ask Dr. Li about Yeland's illness, so I had to make a special trip the next time I was free.

Lin Qiye walked through the corridor, went straight to the dean's room, opened the entrance of the underground prison and walked in.

He entered the hospital this time because he wanted to do an experiment.

In Linjiang City, although Lin Qiye didn't kill a single 'mystery', he didn't forget that when he was in hell, he killed a large number of polluted angels and demons.

Angels and demons are also mythical creatures, but they died countless years ago, and their souls are not there. Lin Qiye killed only the corpses controlled by the power of Cthulhu...

Then, is it possible that the anti-type creatures he killed with his own hands will also become hospital nurses?

With such thoughts in mind, Lin Qiye walked to the center of the underground prison.

He glanced around and was suddenly taken aback.

The huge prison was empty, and the image he had imagined of countless creatures roaring and roaring did not appear.

They... can't enter this hospital?

Lin Qiye frowned tightly.