Ward 7 of the Library of Babel

(No heroine + no harem + no cheating + pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger + unlimited streaming) "Every punctuation mark in your writing is a scalpel stabbing yourself." The 22-year-old genius writer Jiang Lin was dragged into a purgatory of his own construction—— When the electronic prosthetic eye began to reflect the surveillance probes of the mental hospital, when the foundation of the desert pyramid was the novel he rejected in high school, and when the robotic arms of his teammates were engraved with the publication date that he dared not face, Jiang Lin finally realized: this infinite escape is a rebellion against the world by himself who failed in treatment. [Article 1 of the Lunatic Asylum Rules]: Don't trust the knife-wielding girl in JK uniform, even if the ISBN number of your debut novel is printed on her leg ring; Don't trust a folklorist who can recite all your works, especially if his lenses start to bleed; Don't even believe the mechanical mercenary who is always chewing watermelon. The laser cannon inscription on his left arm is the anniversary of your mother's death. Traveling through the mythical execution ground built by negative reviews on the thirteenth floor: In the sandstorm of Egypt, the scales of Anubis weighed the forty-eight lies you told; Cthulhu Deep, where every rhymed prayer is deleting neurons in your brain; The comic storyboard of Kisaragi Station cuts through your youth of being bullied. "Congratulations on passing the customs." When Jiang Lin used code bugs to gnaw through the system's firewall, Wearing a hospital gown, I am smiling in front of the monitor screen: "Choose now - let the sevenfold personality be annihilated in electroshock therapy, Or should I admit the escape of these 2 million words? Is it just the ink you spilled when you tampered with your memory? "