CH 3

After returning to the room, Lin Qiye closed the door.

He did not turn on the light.

It was late at night, and the starlight shone on the floor. In the dark room, Lin Qiye sat at the desk and slowly took off the black satin on his eyes.

In the mirror on the desk, a handsome young man’s face was reflected.

Lin Qiye had a great look after taking off his blindfold and tidying up himself. Coupled with his cold and mysterious air, he would be a popular guy in school.

It was a pity that his eyes had to be covered with black satin all year round. His status as a disabled person seemed to have blocked off any light reaching him.

In the mirror, Lin Qiye closed his eyes.

He frowned slightly, with eye moments noticeable at the shut eyelids. He seemed to be exerting a lot of effort to open his eyes, even clenching his fists.

One second, two seconds, three seconds…

His body trembled for a long time. Finally, he could not bear it anymore and relaxed his muscles, gasping for breath.

A few drops of sweat ran down Lin Qiye’s cheeks, and a fit of anger appeared between his brows.

Almost… just a little bit more!

Why am I so close every time?

When will I be able to open my eyes again and see the world?

He lied about being able to see soon.

As a matter of fact, he could not open his eyes at all, not even a single slit.

But he did not lie.

Because even with his eyes closed, he could clearly “see” everything around him.

The feeling was wonderful, as if he had eyes all over his body. The eyes could perceive everything in all directions without blind spots, and he could see more clearly and farther than his original eyes.

He could not do it at first. During the five years he was blind, he was no different from the rest of the real blind people. He could only perceive the world with his voice and the white cane in his hand.

But for some reason, his eyes seemed to have changed since five years ago. He could also begin to perceive his surroundings.

At first, the perception range was only a few centimeters in front of him. Later, he could “see” farther and farther over time, and the mental image became more and more clear. Five years later, the range he could “see” had reached ten meters.

If a normal person could only see ten meters, his eyes were basically defective. For a teenager who had lost his light, these ten meters meant a lot.

The most important thing was that the ten meters he “saw” seemed unobstructed.

In other words, Lin Qiye had an unobstructed field of vision within a ten-meter radius. In a crude way of speaking, it was an x-ray vision. To define it more clearly, he could see every particle of dust floating in the air, every part inside the machine, and every movement of the magician under the table.

The source of this ability seemed to be the eyes that had been closed for ten years under the black satin.

Although he had this kind of superpower, Lin Qiye was still unsatisfied. It was good to have an absolute field of vision of ten meters, but he wanted to use his own eyes to see the world in person.

This was the obsession of a young man.

Although he failed to open his eyes today, he had a feeling that the day for him to open up his eyes was not far away.

After taking a shower, Lin Qiye went to bed early as usual. Many years of blind life were not all bad things; at least he had developed a good habit of going to bed early.

But after lying on the bed, that picture subconsciously appeared in his mind.

Under the dark cosmic sky, the dead moon surfaced. The gray-white surface reflected the bleak starlight. In the center of the highest and largest lunar crater stood a figure like an artistic sculpture.

The figure stood there quietly as if it had existed since ancient times. The sacred golden radiance bloomed, and the oppressive divinity was enough to make all creatures crawl to the ground.

Behind him, six exaggerated wings spread out, blocking the sun’s rays projected from behind, leaving huge shadows on the silver-gray surface.

What was imprinted in Lin Qiye’s mind and lingering were the Divine eyes.

Those eyes were full of divine might, burning like a furnace. They were as dazzling as the sun at close range!

Once his eyes met those eyes, his world was left with only darkness in just a moment.

He told the truth ten years ago, only to be diagnosed with mental illness.

But he knew clearly in his heart what was real and what was a delusion.

Ever since he had seen the blazing angel on the moon, he knew this world was by no means as simple as it seemed.

Slowly, Lin Qiye fell asleep.

He did not know that at the moment he fell asleep, two bright golden rays shot out from the slits of his eyes and disappeared in a flash in the dark room.

…

Dadada…

In the misty world, Lin Qiye walked alone.

The surrounding mist was rolling, seemingly endless. Lin Qiye was walking on nothingness, but every time Lin Qiye’s feet landed, there would be a crisp sound, as if there was an invisible ground under his feet.

Lin Qiye looked down at his body and sighed.

“It’s this dream again. Why do you knock on my door every night? You’re never getting tired of this, aren’t you?” Lin Qiye shook his head helplessly and took a step forward.

At the next moment, the surrounding mist rolled back. A modern building with a quirky design appeared in front of Lin Qiye.

It was strange because it was a modern-style building, but it was filled with a mystical air in the details.

For example, the massive iron door carved with celestial gods, such as the electric lamp that burned like a fireball and the carved tiles floating in the air under his feet.

The structures had a mix of modern architectural styles and those temple elements from the ancient myths. The architects were nondescript, but they had an indescribable beauty.

Lin Qiye knew all these buildings, and they looked familiar to him.

The buildings were very similar to the Sunshine Psychiatric Hospital, where he had lived for a year previously. The signature proof was that the place where the words “Sunshine Psychiatric Hospital” were initially written on the door became another line of words — the Psychiatric Hospital of the Gods.

“What an inexplicable place.” Lin Qiye shook his head, stepped forward, and walked directly in front of the massive iron door.

Five years ago, it was not just his body that changed, but his dreams as well.

For five years, he had the same dream every night, and the protagonist of these dreams was this mysterious Psychiatric Hospital of the Gods.

It was just that the door of this psychiatric hospital had been closed, and it could not be opened no matter what.

Lin Qiye circled the psychiatric hospital countless times. There was only one entrance: the iron door at the front. Although the surrounding walls were not high, the most outrageous thing was that every time Lin Qiye jumped up, the wall’s height would also increase.

As for brute force, even if Lin Qiye slammed on the door until his body fell apart, the door would not even budge.

There seemed to be only one way to enter this place — knock on the door.

Lin Qiye grabbed the ring on the iron door, took a deep breath, and slammed the ring on the surface of the iron door heavily.

Clang!

It sounded like the humming sound of an ancient bell. The noise echoed in the psychiatric hospital, with the iron door shaking slightly, but it still did not open.

Clang!

Lin Qiye rang on the iron door again, but it still did not open.

Lin Qiye did not seem to be surprised or annoyed by this. Instead, he continued to knock on the door patiently.

In the past five years, he realized this dream’s rules. Apart from knocking on the door, he could not open the big iron door by any other means. In this dream, he could not seem to do anything other than knock on the door.

Luckily, he would not get tired in the dream. Otherwise, his body would have been exhausted long ago.

So, Lin Qiye was like a diligent worker, knocking on the door for another night.