Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

"I don't remember the scene very well, but... there were a lot of people around, and your master shot himself."

Sang Xue and Ying Gui's confessions were different, Wu Lin thought.

According to Shadow Ghost's confession, although his master was surrounded by many people, he did not commit suicide.

“You don’t have to look at me like that…” Sang Xue lowered her head to avoid Wu Lin’s gaze, her voice even softer than before, “I don’t remember a lot of memories either. I remember them every time I get sick, but… it’s very painful. Qinghuan Hospital is hell for you and for us.”

"Who is staring at you? Is there Rose's eyeliner here too?" Wu Lin changed the subject, tilted his head and took a few deep breaths, feeling a little depressed and unable to breathe.

Sang Xue was still hunched over, sitting in the wheelchair, as skinny as a fleshless corpse, her dazed eyes fixed on a blade of grass swaying in the wind on the ground.

"Rose will be in many places. She is the administrator... and also the confidant of Ghost Butterfly." Sang Xue said, finally raising her stiff back and focusing for a long time before looking at Wu Lin. "Every time I have a nightmare, I will think of a few scenes repeatedly."

"When I was locked up in the basement, you were the only one who was treated the best... Later, I sneaked out and saw you and Ghost Butterfly teaching a disobedient sheep a lesson at the vent."

Wu Lin's hand trembled, and a hint of confusion appeared in his eyes.

"Me...and the Ghost Butterfly?"

The fan blades at the air outlet flickered, and the bloody scene flashed along with them, forming together Sang Xue's most painful memory of that place, because she was soon discovered and captured to be used as a laboratory mouse for psychiatric drugs.

What Sang Xue didn't say was that in her remaining memory, she saw Wu Lin's peripheral vision glancing at her through the fan blades, a look that was numb and bloody.

"Ugh..." Sang Xue suddenly covered her ears, her expression suddenly becoming extremely terrified, "Why is there another sound..."

Wu Lin forced himself to break free from the mental shackles of constantly trying to break through the chaotic memories, and subconsciously stopped the swaying wheelchair, "Sang Xue! What's wrong with you?"

"Didn't you hear it? Why couldn't you hear it?!"

Sang Xue became crazy again. She bit her tongue in so much pain that it bled continuously. When she scratched Wu Lin's shoulder, her breath suddenly stopped and she fainted completely.

Wu Lin quickly supported the man and glanced at the balconies on the adjacent inpatient building. He indeed did not hear any sound.

A patient suddenly fainted, and nurses and family members gathered around quickly, surrounding the empty lawn.

In the crowd, Wu Lin saw an older woman who looked like a hospital cleaner.

But he clearly remembered this face, perhaps it was in the basement that Sang Xue mentioned.

The woman shook her head at Wu Lin, signaling him to leave quickly.

At the same time, Wu Lin noticed several figures flashing down from the inpatient building in front of him at a very fast speed.

He glanced at Sang Xue who was being carried away by the nurse, and without hesitation, he turned around and left in the chaos.

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study.

The heavy curtains blocked out the sunlight, and the lights were off in the room, making it dead silent and cold.

Wu Lin turned his back to the door, staring at the photos on the clue board covering the wall.

Many clues at the beginning of the investigation were no longer useful, and he was not sure how many of them were deliberately released by the ghost butterflies to confuse the audience.

Leng Bai hooked the scalpel with his thin fingertips and drew a big cross in the upper left corner of the clue board.

At this moment, there was a tentative knock on the door.

"Wu Lin."

Jinchen looked around but didn't see anyone, so he had to be in the study.

You can smell the medicine overflowing from inside through the door.

There was no sound. Jin Chen knocked regularly with his fingers. "If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your consent that I can come in."

After waiting for a few more seconds, Jinchen decisively opened the door.

Most of the dark room was occupied by various butterflies, snakes and human cast specimens.

Blood, potions, clue photos pinned to the wall, notes on a flickering fluorescent notebook screen.

At first glance, they all look pretty brutal.

Jinchen's gaze finally stopped at Wu Lin's face holding the scalpel. He found a seat for himself without hesitation and sat down, talking about what he had investigated today.

He didn't ask many questions, so Wu Lin listened carefully and soon talked about the archives room.

Jinchen's tone suddenly became more serious. He picked up the cup that Wu Lin had drunk from and took a sip. "The archives room contains the list of most of the victims."

The others who were not recorded, such as the young Zhou Ming and Cui Ju who had just started treatment five years ago, were all new sheep that Ghost Butterfly later controlled through the website.

Just like the spread of a cult, the victims of that year were released but were still under mental control and still couldn't get rid of their drug addiction. They became Ghost Butterfly's "taskers" and spreaders who didn't even know they were accomplices.

"Do you remember the topic of God we discussed on the day we discovered the victims' mass suicide?" Jinchen asked Wu Lin.

Wu Lin nodded calmly, "Pascal's Wager."

"This is the human nature that Ghost Butterfly has always exploited, and it has worked over the past ten years." Jin Chen sighed slightly, "Shadow Ghost and Nightmare are also on the list of victims in the archives room. They were once patients imprisoned in the cage of that hospital."

Qinghuan Mental Hospital is the church for their believers.

"Faith, what killed them... was faith." Wu Lin suddenly murmured, as if there was a fleeting clue in his mind, but his memory was too confused, and he couldn't even tell what was real.

He could only hold the scalpel tightly in his hand; the cold handle could keep his sanity from collapsing.

Jinchen waved at him, "What's wrong? Did you have a bad chat with Sang Xue today?"

He deliberately did not mention that there were traces of Wu Lin in the archives room, but even without him saying it, Wu Lin had already learned the answer from Sang Xue.

Wu Lin sat next to Jin Chen, leaning on his shoulder with the familiar body temperature before continuing: "Sang Xue said that Master committed suicide, and also said..."

He stared into Jinchen's eyes: "Ghost Butterfly and I may have worked together."

Wu Lin has always been considered a taciturn, introverted and sensitive freak by others since he was a child. Even ten years ago, when he was not yet an adult, he already had the skills to become a forensic doctor, or to dissect a killer.

"I'm afraid that my master's death has something to do with me." Whether it was indirectly or directly, Wu Lin couldn't breathe whenever he thought of this possibility.

As soon as their eyes met, Jinchen noticed the subtle fear in Wu Lin's eyes that could not be missed.

He put his arm around Wu Lin's shoulders and pulled him into his arms, his lips brushing against his ear, and coaxed him gently, "If it was really you, Guidie would definitely have evidence against you, and she wouldn't have let you investigate for ten years."

This hug could calm Wu Lin down better than any medicine and help him escape from his numb state. Wu Lin hummed softly and couldn't help but bury himself deep in Jinchen's arms.

The door of the study opened, and all the secrets were exposed in front of Jinchen. When he cut open his complete self, those secrets were old, broken, and accompanied by decades of blood, but people who saw them did not show any rejection.

[The villain's heart rate is detected +15, totaling 85! 】

[The villain's darkening value is detected -10, totaling 75! 】