Madhouse No. 74

[First person, biased towards diary, language style changes with the growth of the protagonist] The madhouse was never a madhouse in the true sense. It was a cage I built for myself. A madman only dreams in vain. They said I was sick, and I knew I was sick. But if I didn't have that cover, bad things could happen. I am Lin Sheng, No. 74 Lin Sheng. By the time you read this book, I will be dead. (The update is postponed. The author will catch up on his studies first and will update every two weeks.)