I Studied Beheading in a Mental Institution.

He spent several hours looking through all the notes, but he couldn't find a case that could match the current situation, let alone a valuable solution.

He sighed, leaned back on the chair, rubbing the corners of his eyes tiredly.

Fun÷Ge Ji This road is impassable, that is to say, he can only rely on himself now...

But feelings are not his strong point, are they?

Thinking of this, someone's face suddenly appeared in Lin Qiye's mind, and his eyes lighted up slightly.

Maybe... he will have a solution?

……

the next day.

After finishing the reading class in the morning, everyone gathered around the small table, tasting the food on the table.

Lin Qiye glanced at Baili Pangpang, who was eating with relish, and after a moment of hesitation, he put the chicken legs in his own bowl into his bowl.

Baili Pangpang froze in place.

"Qiye, you are..."

"I have an emotional question, and I want to ask you for advice." Lin Qiye said seriously.

"puff!"

Cao Yuan almost spit out the soup, he turned his head to the side, patted his chest with the palm of his hand, and coughed forcefully.

Except for Zhou Ping, everyone else looked at Lin Qiye in shock, and began to wonder what they had just heard!

Lin Qiye?

relationship issue?

Jia Lan's expression became subtle.

Zhou Ping lowered his head and silently took two mouthfuls of rice, pretending to be nonchalant, and quietly perked up his ears.

"Love, emotion..." Baili Pangpang stayed in place for a moment, put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hand, wiped the greasy oil from his mouth, and said seriously: "Say it!"

Lin Qiye organized his words, "I have a friend..."

"..." The corners of everyone's mouths twitched in unison.

"He's deeply in love with a woman..."

Baili Fatty: (?ω?)!

An Qingyu: (=￣ω￣=)

Cao Yuan: ?('ω'?)

Jialan: ?(.???.)?

"But for some reason, they can't meet..."

Jia Lan's face darkened instantly.

"Because my friend is worried about her safety, she can't sleep well every day, her mental state is very poor, and she even has a tendency to become sick... I want to know, how should I deal with this situation?"

Lin Qiye asked seriously with dark circles under his eyes.

"Uh...Qiye, can I ask a question first?" Baili Pangpang couldn't help asking, "You two dark circles..."

"Oh, I didn't sleep well last night." Lin Qiye was taken aback and quickly replied.

He checked the information in the mental hospital all night last night. It can be said that he didn't sleep all night, and it is normal to have dark circles.

Baili Pangpang and the others looked at each other quietly and nodded silently.

Jia Lan's lips pursed slightly, and tears welled up in Lin Qiye's eyes.

"Ahem, your current... oh no, your friend's current situation should be regarded as lovesickness." Baili Pangpang said carefully, "As for lovesickness, the best solution is of course that lovesickness is worse than seeing each other. But we are now confined to a military base, it is really unrealistic to meet..."

"What does this have to do with where we are?" Lin Qiye asked suspiciously.

"...Ah no, I mean, it's not realistic to meet each other, but now that the level of technology is so advanced, it's still possible to make a video call, right? If it doesn't work, you can also write a letter... What do you think, Jian Senior Saint?" Baili Pangpang turned to look at Zhou Ping who was eating silently.

Zhou Ping hummed, "I can help you apply for a smartphone."

"..." Lin Qiye glanced at the crowd with strange expressions, and was speechless immediately, "I'm not talking about me, I'm really just a friend..."

"Ah, yes, yes, it's a friend!" Everyone nodded their heads.

Lin Qiye: ...

Lin Qiye was too lazy to argue with them, his brows were slightly frowned, just at that moment, he vaguely seemed to grasp some key point...

"Fatty, what did you just say?"

Baili Pangpang was taken aback, "Ah, yes, yes, we are friends!"

"……last sentence."

"Oh, I said, now that technology is so advanced, can you make a video call? Or write a letter."

"Writing a letter..." Lin Qiye seemed to think of something, his eyes gradually lit up.

Chapter 467 Writing a Letter

The mental hospital of the gods.

Tuk Tuk Tuk.

There was a crisp knock on the door, and Braki, who was about to undress and fall asleep, was taken aback for a moment, stepped forward and opened the door, only to see a familiar figure in a white coat standing in the corridor.

"Dean?" Blaki saw that Lin Qiye came looking for him so late, doubts appeared in his eyes.

Lin Qiye hummed and walked into the room.

"I'm here this time to give you something." Lin Qiye's palm flashed a light, and a red mailbox appeared out of thin air in his hand.

This mailbox is about half the size of a desk. It is of an old style, but the paint on the surface is also a little damaged. From the outside, it is no different from the common mailboxes decades ago.

Braki hugged the post box, and the doubt on his face became more intense.

"President, this is..."

"A treasure borrowed from a friend, the letter stuffed into this mailbox can ignore space and be delivered directly to the person you care about the most." Lin Qiye said solemnly, "And the person who received the letter, As long as you burn the reply letter together with the received letter, the reply letter will appear in this mailbox."

Braki was taken aback, holding the red post box carefully for a long time, and said suspiciously: "Dean, don't be fooled, isn't this just an ordinary post box? How can there be any ability to ignore space?"

"Your realm is not enough, of course you can't see through the mystery inside, but its powers are real." Lin Qiye said firmly.

"Doesn't that mean that as long as I put the letter in the mailbox, Eden will receive it and write back to me?"

"Of course, but there are still some restrictions when using it." Lin Qiye said, "First of all, its ability can only be used once a day, and only at night can you send letters and receive replies. During this period, you cannot look at it , otherwise the space transmission will be interrupted, and the letter will be lost in the turbulence of the void.

Secondly, after you lock on a human-made letter destination, you cannot change the letter destination within one year, that is to say, after you send a letter to Eden, it can no longer be sent to anyone other than Eden. Others sent letters. "

After hearing Lin Qiye's serious words, Braki, who didn't really believe in the ability of this ordinary mailbox, began to waver.

What he said... seems to be true?

And he didn't have to lie to himself!

Could it be that there is something mysterious about this mailbox?

"Then, can I send the letter now?" Blaki asked impatiently.

"Of course." Lin Qiye made a gesture of invitation.

Braki quickly sat down at the table, took out the paper, and after pondering for a while, started to write on the paper.

"To my everlasting love, Eden:

When you read this letter, it means that this attempt was successful, and I finally got in touch with you, during these days without you..."

Lin Qiye stood aside, silently watching Braki who was serious about writing the letter, his figure cast a long shadow in the weak light, and the book in his hand never stopped for a moment, as if he had a thousand words Wanting to talk, he sometimes smiles, sometimes depressed, sometimes sad...

Time passed by every minute and every second, and when Braki put down his pen, there were already three densely written letters in front of him.

"There's still something missing." Lin Qiye said suddenly.

Blaki was taken aback, "What else is missing?"

"If you don't write down the method of replying, how will she know how to reply to you?"

Braki slapped his thigh, showing a suddenly realized expression, "Yeah, I almost forgot!"

He mentioned the letter, and wrote down the method of replying in detail. Finally, he folded it flat, took a deep breath, and gently stuffed it into the mailbox.

"Is it okay?" He asked Lin Qiye cautiously.

"Okay." A smile appeared on the corner of Lin Qiye's mouth, "You should have a good night's sleep. If everything goes well, when you wake up tomorrow morning, you will receive a reply from Eden in the mailbox...but you have to remember , you can’t look at the mailbox in the middle, and you can’t open it, understand?”

Blaki nodded like a pounding garlic.

After dealing with everything, Lin Qiye left Braki's room, but he didn't leave the hospital. Instead, he came to the bottom of the big tree in the courtyard and sat down, quietly watching the room. situation.

As he expected, Braki walked around the room several times excitedly, but still couldn't control himself not to look at the mailbox, so he simply covered his eyes with a pillow, lay on the bed, and fell into a deep sleep...

The hazy moonlight spilled into the room, and after an unknown amount of time, he slowly sat up from the bed again.

Those eyes opened, but they could no longer see the previous excitement. He... No, she put a layer of light gauze on her body, got out of bed, looked out through the window, and saw the tree in the distance. Lin Qiye looked at each other.

There was a look of gratitude in her eyes.

Although Eden hibernates in the deepest part of Braki's consciousness on weekdays, she can still know what's happening outside. Ever since Lin Qiye took out the so-called mailbox that ignores space, she has already guessed his intention.

As Blakey said, it was just an ordinary mailbox.

Its real purpose is only to conceal the fact that Eden is by his side. Through this form, the two can communicate to a certain extent, and those seemingly bluffing rules are just Lin Qiye's intention to prevent exposure. protection measures.

Eden went to the desk and sat down, opened the mailbox, took out the letter Brakey wrote to her, and read it carefully.

Although she already knew what was written in it, knowing it was completely different from reading it in her hand.At this moment, she was no longer a dead soul residing in Braki's body, but Braki's dreaming wife.

"...I'm in a very magical, quiet place, I can't understand the existence of this place, but everything here makes me feel very comfortable, how about you? How are you doing now?"

"...the days here remind me of the good times we spent in the eternal garden, but without those nasty evil gods, my favorite Eden, how I want to be with you if I can live here forever..."

"...During the time I lived here, I wrote a few poems for you. When we meet again, I want to sing them to you face to face..."