I studied beheading in a mental institution

Cruise restaurant.

"You said, what is the relationship between the Memorial President and Commander Ye?" Jiang Er floated on his seat and asked curiously.

"I don't know." Lin Qiye put down the chopsticks in his hand, hesitated for a moment, "Anyway, it should not be that kind of love relationship, but more like some kind of revolutionary friendship."

"She looks about the same age as us, so when she met Commander Ye, she must have been just a little girl?"

"At that time, Commander Ye hadn't become a commander yet, had he?"

"Calculating the time, it's almost the same."

"It's another past event that has been buried in the dust of history..."

After the three of them finished their dinner, Memorial walked into the dining room. The walkie-talkie she was holding in her hand was gone. Except for a little redness in her eyes, there was nothing unusual about her.

"How is it? Is the dinner still appetizing?" Memorial asked.

"Very delicious." An Qingyu smiled, "Thank you for the hospitality."

Lin Qiye and the others stood up from their chairs, looked at the time on the wall, and said:

"My mental strength has almost recovered, and it's time to hurry back to Daxia... If it's convenient, can you tell me which direction Daxia is in?"

"No need." Commemorative shook his head calmly.

Lin Qiye and the three of them were taken aback for a moment, not understanding what she meant.

"I mean, you don't need to fly back anymore. There is still half an earth away from Daxia, and your mental strength won't last that long." Memorial put his hands in his pockets and continued, "I have ordered to turn around At the bow of the ship, head to Daxia at full speed, and you all go back with us.

Don't worry about things that are related to the Kingdom of God. I have already told you Commander Zuo on the walkie-talkie just now, and he has already started to take action, so even if you go back two days late, there will be no delay. "

"Are you going to Daxia too?" Jiang Er asked in surprise.

"Well, let's do something."

Jiang Er and An Qingyu turned their heads to look at Lin Qiye at the same time, and the latter nodded after hesitating for a moment.

"Alright, let's take a ride with the wind."

"It will take about three days to take a cruise back to Daxia from here." Memorial glanced at the time and said, "During this time, I have something very important to do, so I'm afraid I can't entertain you. Shangxie members, they will try their best to satisfy you."

"Thank you."

After coming out of the dining room, Memorial wore a white scientific research robe and went straight into the [building block room]. The knight arranged a room for Lin Qiye and the others and brought him there.

On the way, An Qingyu hesitated for a moment before asking:

"Excuse me, does your president also like to do scientific research?"

The knight froze for a moment, shook his head and said, "The president doesn't do pure academic research, she prefers to play with weapons, vehicles, engineering buildings and the like, such as aircraft, cannons, missiles, sports car motorcycle fighters... She is more like a scientist than a scientist." Fans of manufacturing.”

"I see...but the things she made are really interesting."

In An Qingyu's mind, the pixel-style walkie-talkie appeared, and he couldn't help feeling a little itchy.

"What are these? Next time you go to [Utopia], the things there will shock your jaws." The knight laughed.

……

Lin Qiye returned to his room and closed the door.

He poured a cup of hot tea, sat by the narrow porthole, looked at the hazy mist and deep sea outside the window, and after a long time, he let out a long sigh.

The encounter in hell was really too thrilling, and he has not yet come out of the sense of crisis on the verge of life and death. Whenever he closes his eyes, countless wriggling red bugs, as well as the hideous and weird laughter.

And what he couldn't let go of the most was Shen Qingzhu who was roaring in pain on the ice with a pair of black wings on her back.

Can he survive the process of merging with the source of hell?Will he be infected by the power of corruption?How should he get out of the hinterland of the kingdom of God?

Questions lingered in Lin Qiye's mind.

Unable to sleep, Lin Qiye simply leaned against the window, took a few sips of hot tea, and sank his consciousness into the mental hospital of the gods in his mind.

"The market is open!! Come and place your bets! You won't be able to place any bets after a while!"

"Today I bet Brother Monkey, two chicken legs."

"I also bet on Brother Monkey, a pack of spicy sticks!"

"I feel that King Jiji is really not the opponent of Brother Monkey recently... Come on Brother Monkey, I will bet a day's work to do it for me."

"Maybe I can be upset today? I'll bet on King Jiji and three melon seeds!"

"Sorry, your bet is too small to participate."

"???"

"..."

Lin Qiye was wearing a white coat. As soon as he entered the yard, he heard the nurses discussing livelyly.

In the courtyard, Monkey King and Gilgamesh had already stood on both sides, looking at each other coldly, and the murderous intent in the air became more and more icy.

Lin Qiye seemed to have remembered something, and glanced at the clock on the wall.

Hmm... It's indeed the point where these two fight each other on a daily basis.

Perhaps Lin Qiye hadn't seen the two fight for a long time, so he simply stood still by the courtyard. At this moment, Li Yifei was slowly walking over with a small horse tie in his right hand and a bag of melon seeds in his left arm.

"Seven nights? Are you here?"

Li Yifei saw the white coats in the crowd, his eyes lit up, he quickly stepped forward, handed the ponytail under Lin Qiye, "Come, sit and watch.

"What about you?" Lin Qiye asked while sitting on the ponytail naturally.

Li Yifei threw the melon seeds to Lin Qiye, and slapped the little raccoon on the forehead who was clamoring to bet. The latter immediately covered his head with his paws, and turned his head to look at Li Yifei aggrieved:

"Mr. Li, why are you beating me?"

"Go, bring me a mazza."

"Oh……"

Soon, the little raccoon brought a new horse, and Lin Qiye and Li Yifei sat down beside the courtyard, eating sunflower seeds.

"Why aren't they fighting yet?" Lin Qiye knocked several balls in succession, seeing that Yuanzhong and Yuanzhong hadn't moved yet, he couldn't help asking.

"Oh, they're waiting for the musician."

"?"

Downstairs in the sick building, Braki held the harp, walked to the boulder in the courtyard with his head held high, coughed lightly, and then began to pluck the strings in his hand.

The moment the passionate music sounded, the two people in the courtyard seemed to have received some kind of signal, and rushed towards each other at the same time. The gold and purple rays of light surged and splashed, but they were locked inside by the defensive magic circle on the side of the courtyard. overflow.

The sound of Blaki's piano seemed to have some kind of magical power, and everyone's mood was mobilized, and the atmosphere gradually became tense.

The nurses who placed their bets were waiting by the courtyard, their hearts were in their throats, and even Lin Qiye, who was eating sunflower seeds beside him, felt his blood boil for a long time.

He watched the battle in the courtyard intently for a long time, frowning slightly.

"Why do I feel...Gilgamesh is getting more and more strenuous?"