Acai's Sky

Chapter 950 Fantasy Island Mental Hospital 1

Ah Cai distributed the extra-large fishing nets that he had refined, and everyone worked together to catch the thousands of fragments attached to the halo and dragged them to the island.

For a moment, the island was brightly lit, and the fragments sparkled like stars.

She quickly organized her subordinates into a team, and her eyes swept over the fragments emitting mysterious light. Finally, she locked onto the ball of light that was emitting green light, and went in without hesitation.

The other members also chose their favorite fragments and stepped into the unknown.

When Acai's soul touched the thinking body, she felt a strong sense of confinement instantly, as if countless invisible chains were binding her.

Before she could fully adapt to the feeling, the system prompt sounded in her mind.

[Ding, welcome player Tong Acai to the mental hospital in Fantasy Island Fragment (6385). Please find the only mentally normal person and take him out of the mental hospital.]

[Ding, the player's remaining time is 168 hours.]

[Ding, players who complete tasks will receive Temple Points, which can be used to redeem various items in the Temple Mall.]

[Ding, I wish players good luck in fighting! ]

Ah Cai slowly opened her eyes and found herself in an unusually clean mental hospital.

The white walls are spotless, and the tiled floor is as smooth as a mirror, even reflecting people's reflections.

The smell of disinfectant filled the air, but it wasn't pungent, rather refreshing. Ward doors lined the corridor, and occasionally, you could hear a sound coming from inside.

She stepped forward and just as she turned a corner, she saw a group of patients sitting in the rest area.

These patients were all neatly dressed and had clean faces, completely unlike the sloppy appearance of mental patients that one might imagine.

However, their words and actions revealed an indescribable weirdness.

"Look! I just used calculus to figure out the ultimate secret of the universe!" A young man wearing thick glasses suddenly jumped up, waving a piece of paper covered with densely written formulas. "As long as we follow this formula, we can travel through time and space and go anywhere we want!"

There was a fanatical glint in his eyes, as if he really had mastered a shocking secret.

A nearby man in a hospital gown, holding a wooden board, scoffed, "Hmph, a mere trifle! My self-created 'Nine Heavens Moon-Grasping Sword Technique' can shatter the heavens with a single strike. What kind of formula do I need?"

As he spoke, he began to dance with his sword on the spot, his moves opening and closing wildly, and he kept muttering, "Look at my move 'Bright Moon Shining on the River', it's incredibly powerful!"

"You're all too weak!" an old man holding a chessboard suddenly interrupted. "I've been playing this game for three thousand years, and every move contains the ultimate truth of heaven and earth. If you could understand my moves, you'd know what true power is."

He stared at the chessboard seriously, as if the key to life and death was on it.

At this moment, a nurse came over with a medicine cart, with a professional smile on her face: "Everyone, it's time to take your medicine."

"I won't take it! There must be a conspiracy in this medicine. They want me to forget my swordsmanship!" The heroic man immediately stepped back vigilantly, placed the wooden board across his chest, and took a defensive posture.

"Yes! This is an attempt to erase my wisdom. I will never be fooled!" The young man with glasses also shouted, holding the paper in his hand tightly in his arms.

The nurse sighed helplessly and patiently explained, "It's just an ordinary vitamin. It's good for your body."

"You lied to me! I just tested it with a spectrometer, and there are unknown mysterious substances in this medicine!" The young man said righteously, as if he had really done a test.

"That's right! Unless you eat it in front of us first!" The man in ancient costume followed suit.

The nurse's mouth twitched slightly, and she suppressed her temper: "I'm not sick, why should I take medicine?"

"You are sick! You don't admit that you are sick, and that is the biggest disease!"

Without even looking up, the old man stared at the chessboard and said, "Just like my chess game, it seems unsolvable, but in fact, it holds hidden mysteries. Your question seems simple, but in fact, it's incredibly complex."

The nurse was so angry that her face turned red. She picked up the syringe and pretended to give you an injection: "If you don't obey me, I will use compulsory measures!"

The patients immediately scattered like birds and beasts, shouting as they ran: "Help come quickly! There is a doctor here who is trying to murder the patients!" The scene was in chaos.

Ah Cai was observing all this with great interest, but her mind was racing with thoughts.

Although these patients' words and deeds are bizarre, judging from their behavior, everyone firmly believes that he is right, and it is difficult to judge who is the mentally normal person.

The LED light panels on the ceiling cast a cold white light, reflecting the corridor floor tiles. Even the anti-collision cushions in the corners are arranged meticulously, like the masterpiece of someone with obsessive-compulsive disorder.

"Bed 23 is drawing a galaxy map again!" A sharp cry exploded from the end of the corridor.

Ah Cai looked in the direction of the sound and saw a young man wearing thick glasses kneeling on the ground, painting spiral patterns on the ground with fluorescent powder.

He wore a tin foil-wrapped iron basin on his head, his pupils constricted with excitement behind his glasses. "This isn't graffiti! It's a visual model of cosmic string theory!"

The nurse chased after him, notebook in hand, the tip of her pen waving against his nose. "Last week you said you were a prophet of the ant empire, and the week before that you claimed to have invented a perpetual motion machine. Now you're a physicist?"

"Superficial!" The young man suddenly tore off the sleeves of his hospital gown and began drawing Feynman diagrams on the wall. "When gravitational waves encounter dark matter..."

Before he could finish his words, a figure wrapped in a sheet rushed out from the side, waving a broom in his hand vigorously: "Hey! What monster dares to disturb my retreat?"

It was the man who claimed to have created the "Nine Heavens Moon-Grabbing Sword Technique." He was now circling the nurse with the "Light Footsteps" technique, a few pieces of dust still hanging from the tip of his broom, freshly swept from the ceiling. "Watch this! Sword energy takes shape—the Milky Way rolls back!"

The nurse sneezed as the broom bristles hit her. She raised the syringe angrily and said, "If you continue to make trouble, I'll give you an injection!"

This sentence seemed to trigger some kind of mechanism. The old man who had been playing chess quietly in the corner suddenly slammed his hands on the table, and the pills and chess pieces on the board scatter to the ground. "How dare you use chemical weapons! This is a clear blasphemy against intelligent life!"

He trembled and raised a button, "If this falls, it can break the Twenty-Eight Constellations Formation!"

Acai quietly stepped aside and glanced at the bulletin board in the rest area.

Instead of a recovery plan, it was a hand-drawn "interstellar navigation route map," with a note scribbled in the corner: "Warning! There is a space-time rift on this route. You must carry three and a half lemons to pass."

Just as I was watching intently, I suddenly heard the sound of metal friction behind me - a white-haired woman in a wheelchair had approached and was carving oracle bone characters on the stainless steel railing with nail clippers.

"Little girl, come here."

The old woman's cloudy eyes suddenly focused. "See these lines? This is a distress signal from an ancient civilization."

She pointed at the ceiling with her nail clippers. "They're trapped in fluorescent lights, strobing the lights and sending us Morse code every day."