When the sound of cold metal friction exploded at the end of the corridor, Lin Ye was using his nails to draw a Möbius strip on the reinforced glass of the isolation ward. At the end of the thirty-seventh lap, the heavy iron door was knocked open with a clang, and three guards in black riot gear filed in. The electromagnetic restraint belt made a harsh sound in the air.
"Number 734, cooperate with the inspection!" The leader of the guard's voice sounded particularly hoarse through the helmet's voice changer. The nerve-suppressing gun in his hand was pointed at the back of Lin Ye's neck, "Don't force us to use coercive measures."
Lin Ye turned around slowly, his pale face still stained with the remnants of the star map he drew with breakfast milk last night. He did not resist, but just stared at the number plate on the guard's chest - "047". This number suddenly reminded him of the old newspaper he saw in the reading room three days ago. After the weird "meteor shower" in 1998, the municipal mental hospital received exactly 47 patients with sudden delusions.
"Are you looking for this?" Lin Ye raised his right hand, and in his palm lay a fragment with a bluish luster, which looked like a broken neon light tube. But 047's pupils suddenly contracted - those were the "star fragments" stolen from the "Special Containment" warehouse last week. The file clearly stated that "it has spatial disturbance characteristics, and those who come into contact will have collective hallucinations."
But Lin Ye not only held it in his hand, but also gently rubbed the edge of the fragment with his fingertips: "Last night it glowed under my pillow and said something very strange - 'Entropy increase is irreversible, but madness can'. Have you heard this sentence?"
The electromagnetic restraint belt instantly wrapped around his wrist, intensely
